Last night, as I hugged my sister goodbye at the airport, she leaned back, looked into my eyes and said, “I love you, you make me crazy.” I hugged her back into me and said, “Right back at ya.”
I’m back in Philly again, after a night flight that I mostly slept through. My apartment looked totally familiar and slightly foreign when I walked in, and smelled just right. It’s good to be home.
glad you made it back safe and sound