Return Home, Good Bye San Fran

View From My Cousin's Room

8 August 2011 – 6:30am

Oh yes, that’s an am after that time. So unlike me I know. Of course I’m sitting here yawning on a not quite uncomfortable stool while my phone is plugged into the Southwest charging station. I glance out the window to take note of the fog. It seems to be rising, which means an on time departure. Too bad I didn’t remember to get my boarding pass until after the party started, so I’m in the dreaded B group. But that means I’ll have few more precious moments to gaze over the airport and surrounding city. I had forgotten how much I love it here. Granted I know about the winters, but I miss the culture it affords. Good bye misty morning.

8 August 2011 – Sometime in the air

I pull out my Stamper’s Sampler – full of cards and other paper crafted items. I browse through trying to find something interesting, more to pass the time since I can’t seem to sleep and my orange juice is coming soon. The teenage boy next to me pulls out a folded piece of poster boards. Brightly colored pompoms pop out to me from the corner of my eye. We’ll you and good bye sentiments can be seen. I think of the love in that cards and of the soul that resides within. It’s no empty shell, a husk like the ones in my magazine, as beautiful as they are. He reads it and puts it away, pulls another letter out and opens it – he is now on his third. I know his final destination is Puerto Rico At first thought he was visiting family. But perhaps he is an exchange student. So had to return home after studying and becoming a part of another family for a summer or year. I realize that now is the time they would be traveling. It’s painful to leave your heart outside your body.

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