As I sit here on the floor in the airport terminal, I can't help but notice how detailed my thoughts are, and now, my thought process. I love writing. I wish I were better at it. Making my words so detailed in what I feel and think. Often when I try to explain things, my thoughts get lost in translation.
I'm about to catch a Red eye to Philly then home... Home, it seems so distant currently, like I left so long ago. How will I feel when I'm back? It's only for what feels like a few hours. I wonder who else is going home. Is it their real home? Or just what they call it?
This place has become my home, living with sisters.
I feel warmth from the thought of standing in line to pay for my gum when I see a Milkyway candy bar and some peanut butter m&m's. Thinking about plate tectonics and how the earth is cut into layers, like humans. Glancing back at the conversation I had with Jen on the way to the airport, we have so many layers. I must say that some people wear far too many heavy sweaters while some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves.
Babies are cute! I wonder if I'll ever have one. Dads and babies are really cute. To be a Dad I feel you really need to strip a lot of layers off and really show your tender side. Specifically daughters. They're Daddy's little girls. There are many different Dads around, young, old, well dressed and some not so much. I secretly hope that my husband, my babies Daddy (if you will), whoever he will be I hope he will be well dressed and have some fashion sense...I'm weird like that I guess.
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