So, now I'm minutes away from being shipped off to the airport.
It's been 2 weeks since I got to New York, on my own, and stayed with my host family of relatives.
I must be some adaptive beast, because I'm not feeling very particular about all this. It's just business as usual, but y'know, instead of an hour and a half of train commute to get to New Jersey to see some friends, or walking for half an hour aimlessly to find a restaurant, I sit in a plane for 10~ hours.
Just another commute.
I say goodbye to the host family, but it's not very particular.
Perhaps I'm underestimating the scale of the time that'll have to pass before I ever even have a chance to repeat this kind of trip.
God knows.
Continued: So now I'm back home. Met a nice kid on my flight from San Fran. Customs was EASY CAKE, which was awesome.
But thinking more about before. I'm wondering if I shouldn't be missing my host family more. Great people, they were, and a very different kind of family from mine.
... suddenly assailed by tiredness. a;lkdfjabw, need to unpack too...
