Hometown

So I arrived. In one piece. More tired than I realized. I had woken up
at 6am on Tuesday, worked 8 hours, then jumped on a plane (well, two
actually), that whisked me off to Chicago. I got a mere 3 hours of
plane sleep, and arrived at 5:12am local time. Or 3:12am Portland
time. I wandered around the airport a bit, trying to take photos (an
attempt at continuing a photo series I had started a while back). Then
I jumped on a CTA train, switched to a bus, and arrived at my home fir
the week at 7am. Almost 24 hours of being more or less awake.

And then I slept. Until 11am. I can tell I'm still a bit fuzzy. But
I'm going to venture out and go pay my respects to the lake.

Silly me, I didn't even think to bring my bathing suit!

Since this story is endless, I might as well end it here.
--Margaret

Nerves...

The reality is that I'm nervous about going home.  I haven't been there in over 10 years, and most of the people I'll be visiting I haven't seen in twice that amount of time.  What if they aren't who I think they are.  What if we don't have anything in common any more.

Plus, I haven't been on a plane in, oh.... probably 5 years or so.  And I can get a bit claustrophobic.  Gah.

Nerves are on high alert today.....