And So It Is

Well, I am back in Al Birda. Someone from my poli sci class was on the plane, across the aisle from me. Sitting beside me for the Toronto-Edmonton leg was a couple which had caught Floridian retired couple-ness just by visiting their son in West Palm Beach for a few weeks. They kept asking for extra glasses of water and harrying each other about not drinking the coffee before it got cold, and are you too cold? They have blankets, I could call the girl and get you a blanket, oh here's the girl. You don't want a blanket? OH GOD only three and a half more hours, please let me not chew my own arm off. The airport more than made up for this: a choir from Namibia had also been on the plane, and was greeted by an extremely white choir doing some extremely joyful and African singing. The luggage claim area was flooded with song, it was just wonderful. Dad and Boopsie drove me home, and so my school year is well and truly over.

I would sort of like to keep blogging here over the summer, but that would be contrary to this blog's mandate, really. It's supposed to be for my Ottawa adventures, and most of my little readership has my e-mail address if they need me or miss me or what have you. I wish I had something profound to say, but since this isn't the end end, I don't really need to! Suffice it to say that so far it's nice to be home, though I do feel more and more like I have two homes. Arriving this time, I didn't feel as much as I have on past trips that the landscape was stretched and flattened, a caricatured prairie. It felt right. Spring is in the air. For now, most things are going my way. And so to bed. See you in September!