Saturday, September 11, 2021.
Sitting on a coach in my grandparents’ office. I will be staying here tonight, my last night before I fly to Tel Aviv.
“Are you ready to go back?” my friend asked me earlier. “Or has it been a good trip, you don’t want to leave?” I paused, hesitated between answers. “Or neither one?”
“It’s both, it’s all of it, it’s everything,” I told him.
It’s everything. This is always the answer (“How are you?” “I’m everything” ; “What’s going on?” “Everything”).
I’m ready to go back home. I’m tired. Unsettled. Waiting to be in transit so that my environment will match this feeling of transition.
Today I went for a walk along the Charles River. In the afternoon I saw my mother, and then I saw some friends. Is this interesting to write about? Oh who cares. I’m tired and unsettled. I’m eating carbohydrates in mass quantity, self medicating through food. My grandmother wrote a few books about this. I’m going to take at least one back with me. I hesitate between “Managing Your Mind and Mood through Food” and “Eating Your Way Through Life.” Maybe I bring both back, will see how much room there is in the suitcase. There are many other books I want to bring as well. There are many things. Too many things. An Excess of things.
22:07 Fourteen more minutes la di da. In thirteen hours I will be on my way to the airport. Transitions are challenging. One moment you are here, the next moment somewhere else. (Isn’t it always that way?)(don’t get philosophical on me now. it’s late and I’ve eaten too much sugar)
22:08 I’m really tired.
I’m going to do something different.
Which is post this ten minutes early.
Without a title or tags for now.