11.28.03
home at last
i’m finally home in houston.
this morning i woke up with the intention of being able to spend more time with mark, but i had so much packing and other miscellaneous stuff to do that i didn’t really have time. i felt bad about that because i’m superstitious, and if anything happened to me while traveling, i would want mark to have had that time with me.
when i arrived at the airport and i was going through the skycap routine, there was a lady and her husband and 16 children in a small beat-up chevy nova-ish car that pulled up with a massive amount of luggage — all massively large bags. the skycap yelled to her that she would have to check those bags inside. so she has the window down and she goes to yell at her children “hold the god damn baby so i can get out of the god damn fucking car!” and she gets out and proceeds to yell that she has checked these bags outside many times in the past. i’m glad i was just about done checking my one small bag and didn’t have to stay for the festivities.
after i finally made it to my gate all the way across the airport i was thrilled to see that barely anyone was there. when it was time for them to board my row (31) practically no one else was in line, so i figured i was in luck. thanksgiving is not generally known for being a particularly busy travel day. it seemed odd to me that a 767 would be flying without a full passenger list, but who was i to argue? so i get to me seat (seat K, which is one of the ones on the right side of the plane that is situated in sets of two) and right after a guy comes to sit next to me. the plane was pretty much empty so we joked about being packed in like sardines and i assured him that i would move as soon as we got ready to pull away from the gate so that we both could have our space.
little did i know.
about five minutes before we’re scheduled to take off, what must have amounted to eighty people decided to wander onto the plane. i have never in my entire life gotten on a plane with such a small amount of time left. and as each person filed onto the plane i looked at the seat that i planned to sit in and prayed over and over again that the person coming down the aisle would not sit in that seat. and then finally, my luck ran out.
a woman who looked a lot like tangina from poltergeist, but much larger in size, sat down in the seat across the aisle with what appeared to be her son. this woman looked like a psychic, and she had a giant purple mu-mu type of gown on with slippers and long jangling jewelry of all sorts, including a necklace and charm bracelets, and long black ornately decorated fingernails. she also had the sort of cheek-fat that hung down completely over her neck.
then, in front of me sat this ratty looking woman who was arguing over which seat was hers (she ended up being wrong) but what stood out about her was that she smelled like ass. or crotch.
and then the person in front of me decided to recline all the way back, making it nearly impossible for me to get work done on my laptop. i hate it when people do that. i realize that they have the right to recline, but i would never do that because space is so incredibly limited as it is.
and then there was the turbulence. overall, it was a crappy flight.
so then i arrived home. everything was almost as i remember it, except my parents have rearranged the living room furniture completely. dinner was just about ready when i got home, and we had an overall enjoyable meal, after which we watched finding nemo.
i decided to go out back and sit in the hot tub for awhile, and i hooked up my iPod to the outside speakers so i could have a little music. what was strange was that it only seemed to be able to play music (on shuffle) that was out when i was in high school. it’s really weird coming home, and it’s hard for anyone to understand that doesn’t live very far from there. where i live now is a completely different world from here, with completely different rules. as i was sitting outside in my robe tonight in the mildly cold air, looking up at orion’s belt, i realized that in a way it’s a little sad that i’m not here, closer to a lot of the people that are important to me. i was telling mark earlier that i think i want to be buried down here.
i’m really excited that i’m going to be seeing and possibly kayla tomorrow because i need a good dose of friendship at least a few times a year. don’t get me wrong — i have some great friends in new jersey, all of which i know through mark, but it’s different when i’m home because these people weren’t and aren’t friends with me through my boyfriend or anyone else — they’re people that know me, love me, and put up with my shit because they like me — not because of who i’m in a relationship with.
anyway, i’ve written a long entry so now you should be happy. i need to go to sleep. i have a big day tomorrow. 
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