So i'm in the airport waiting for my flight which keeps getting pushed back by 10 minutes, so i didn't want to get my laptop out because Murphy's law as soon as i did i would have to stand up. Case in point my plane is rolling down the landing strip right now.
So i'm only two hours behind schedule. SSSOOOOOO glad o be going home. I'll try to write more when i ge to Exshaw tonight, depends on how late it is.
It was weird packing up to leave last night. I've only bee in the house for two and a bit mounths but it already feels a little bit like home. Probably the closest thing i have right now. Wilmer is sadly starting to fade and residence is just a bad dream. I still miss the scene in Cornerbrook.
Actully it's seems strange even to me so i can only imagine what it sounds like to anyone else but the second closest thing to a home for me right now (in feeling anyways) is Zane's civic 3AM on some unknown back road of the south looking for a place to sleep. Not knowing where we are or where we're going. Maybe thats not a home...but it's where i belong.
Antways, like i said, the plane is here and they're calling my number for pre-boarding so i have to go for now, maybe more from Exshaw tonight, if not....tomorrow.
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love. glad you're coming "home"
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