But home safe, in my beloved Boston; I have snuggled my cat and my husband and my boyfriend. Uneventful air travel is a Good Thing.
I kept hearing voices today that sounded like Vixy's or Cat's or Dmitri's or Lee's, half-turning, and no, all scattered. I kept feeling heartsick and homesick. I still do, a bit. It's easier when you're home, when you're with your family and cats and walls of books, your own little office/cave and the life you have built. Easier then than sitting all day in an airport, far from everything and very alone.
Am home. Miss home. I am vast. I contain multitudes.
And I am off to bed, to get over my culture shock better tomorrow.