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But my heart is in Seattle; Vancouver, Canada; Vancouver, Washington; Oakland, Anchorage (though eventually in Los Gatos), soon Iowa, on the way to Minnesota, in Portland, soon to be in Australia, in Chicago, in New York, in Georgia, in Texas, in Boston...
But I left part of it here in Idaho, too.
It was good to see my family and friends, my beautiful children. LD (perhaps now known as Fox) didn't seem to notice he hadn't seen me for six weeks. Avadore was less clingy than he was when he visited me during Cory Doctorow's week.
I was glad to see my house. It's a good house, and it's clean. There are flowers in my flower garden, lettuces, tomatoes, peppers, basil...
Had dinner with family and some old friends tonight when I got into town. It was good to see them all, but my Clarion West classmates haunt me.
I was in the airport for a while before my flight, waiting, and all around me were people whose voices reminded me of my classmates. When I close my eyes I see my classmates before me. At the airport I huddled up by a wall to get some privacy and cried. And I cried on the plane. And I cried at the airport in Idaho. When I finally slept on the plane I dream of them.
My MIL thought I cried because I am tired. And I am tired, but there is no way to understand how this feels, how bittersweet this is, unless one has gone through the Clarion experience and fallen in love with seventeen other classmates, some significant others, six teachers, and the administrators.
But I left part of it here in Idaho, too.
It was good to see my family and friends, my beautiful children. LD (perhaps now known as Fox) didn't seem to notice he hadn't seen me for six weeks. Avadore was less clingy than he was when he visited me during Cory Doctorow's week.
I was glad to see my house. It's a good house, and it's clean. There are flowers in my flower garden, lettuces, tomatoes, peppers, basil...
Had dinner with family and some old friends tonight when I got into town. It was good to see them all, but my Clarion West classmates haunt me.
I was in the airport for a while before my flight, waiting, and all around me were people whose voices reminded me of my classmates. When I close my eyes I see my classmates before me. At the airport I huddled up by a wall to get some privacy and cried. And I cried on the plane. And I cried at the airport in Idaho. When I finally slept on the plane I dream of them.
My MIL thought I cried because I am tired. And I am tired, but there is no way to understand how this feels, how bittersweet this is, unless one has gone through the Clarion experience and fallen in love with seventeen other classmates, some significant others, six teachers, and the administrators.
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Date: 2008-08-03 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-03 04:48 pm (UTC)God bless technology, eh?
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Date: 2008-08-03 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-03 03:27 pm (UTC)I've never been, but your perfect capture of it in this post makes me want to write "I know how you feel."
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Date: 2008-08-03 07:12 pm (UTC)We will be together again, and it will be wonderful.
Take care of yourself.