Back to the Homeland.

John and I are catching the flight home tomorrow, and naturally, I'm kind of not looking forward to it. Going back to a life, filled with greater levels of stress and anxiety than I have experienced the past week, somehow causes great pain in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I just expecting the eventual work-overload that will inevitably befall me in the closing months of the semester. For now though, I will live in the moment, anticipating the great joy of airport. I can only guess how many mixed passages I will read while leaning over strangers shoulders. Forecast for tomorrow: a blend of economic newspapers, dishy magazines, and the elusive, ever popular, romance fantasy.