Home Again

I have an excuse for not writing yesterday. When I got to the airport early on Friday, I decided to have a few drinks at the bar to kill some time. It was three hours until my flight took off. When I boarded the plane, I was ready to go anywhere. Everything was so cozy within my alcohol saturated body. I was flying in more ways than one. On the plane, I had the whole row to myself and stretched out to read my magazine.

However, by the time that I boarded the second plane in Minneapolis to Milwaukee, the happiness had faded and the dehydration had started. My body wasn't nearly as happy as it had been an hour or two earlier. So the second flight wasn't quite as fun as the first flight. Most of it was spent thinking about the joy of drinking water and when I would be able to get some. When I finally got to my parents house (my mom had picked me up at the airport) all that I wanted to do was sleep.

Most of today was spent just getting used to being home again.

The first thing that I had to do was make a run to the post office to get my backlog of mail. I guess that the pile is about as big as I had imagined it would be. Most of the stack was computer magazines. There was a dozen to be exact. None of these are subscription catalogs. These are the kind that tempt me with things that I can't afford right now.

The pile also included a couple issues of The New Yorker, a J Crew catalog and the rest was bills and junk mail.

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of me living here. I still like living here after a year and plan on staying for at least another year.