home again
Traveling is exhausting. Then getting home is no better, what with unpacking and paying bills and catching up on whatever else has been missed. We’ve been home a day now, and I’m still feeling oddly displaced and overwhelmed by little chores that need to be done. And we weren’t even away that long. Maybe I’m just melodramatic. Just like The Little Red Haired Girl was yesterday afternoon, when she didn’t feel like going to her class.
