in the air, on our way back home. too sleepy to think much. but feeling like i’m slipping back into that sad cloud again. not the one up here at 30,000 feet, but the one around my heart. that cloud of sadness, disillusionment, guilt.
on a lighter note, we saw santa claus on his time off, a few people ahead of us in the line for security. he even had the words “north pole” something-or-other embroidered on his red vest, and a sticker on his briefcase thingy also said NP, North Pole. weird. wonder if his reindeer were sent to the cargo cages with large sedated dogs.
always sad leaving my folks, especially as they get so old and seem older each time i see them. and i’m sad that at the same time i’m not sad to leave their house, because they also drive me crazy in old ways and new ways. sigh. it is what it is. one day sam & colby may be saying the same things about me.
enough sad talk. i am thankful for this trip. it was good to see family, get some new perspectives, enjoy the beauty of a white Christmas. time to return to the green South.
Question: how many non-English-speaking taxi drivers does it take to shove 5 pieces of luggage into the trunk of an RDU taxi cab?
Answer: 6
(go figure..)
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