The sun is coming over Boston Logan International Airport, and I have my back to the windows and my face buried in this computer to avoid the exhaustion that my body is telling me I have. I just won't give in. Yeah, that'll work.
I don't know what to say about this trip. It's been beautiful and painful and confusing and affirming and, well, just about every other emotion I can come up with. I need to refuel the tanks. I need solace. I need space. I need to be home with my dog. Especially the dog part. And to all of the other things that go unmentioned at such an ungodly hour, when the devil wants to take hold of your fingers and dance out the sins in your head, please stay at bay just a little longer. Let me lay down in my own bed and silently scream my sins to myself, find absolution, and get some damn sleep.
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