In the Aeroplane Over The Sea.

I sit at the airport, thinking of NYC and resuming life as we know it. Waiting & listening to Willie Nelson:

Look around you, take a good look.

Just between you and me, are you sure this is where you want to be?

I sit in the airport waiting, waiting on a plane that will take me back across the sea. I think about the trip as a whole, how nervous I was to do it alone, how many new & different people i met, and how it paid off to be more enjoyable than I ever imagined. I felt re-awakened. Not since Paris over 3 years ago could I remember feeling anything close to this. It was back. A dormant ability roused.

I sit at the airport waiting for a plane to take me to New York City. I look forward to it. I have a lot of packing to do.