After seventeen straight nights spent in beds that aren’t mine I’m finally on a commercial aircraft that’s making its way back to the Bay and as glorious and special and electric as New York City and London are I cannot wait to be reunited with Bevan and our dogs in our cozy little casa in the Castro.
Doesn’t that sound like perfection?
I know. I can’t wait.
Despite my excitement for it to be over with, I am grateful for the trip I just took. Not only did I get to spend lots of time with lots of people that I adore, it was a nice change of pace to be focused on something other than what’s in my head for a spell. So thanks, work job, for shoving me out into the world.