An “I’m Home” Entry

I got back to Jersey on Wednesday. I drove Sebastian to the airport on Wednesday morning, so I had someone to listen to me repeat “This is so weird. I’m leaving Skidmore. This is so weird.” The drive to Albany was very interesting and involved having to stop so I could put air in my tires (in the cold, while Sebastian sat in the car in his suit, (…so much for aristocratic treatment of women!), how Hobbes would approve of Cosmopolitan magazine, some frank advice from Sebastian for me (…well, you really shouldn’t, but it’s Christmas, so…), and relating Machiavelli to almost everything.

I hadn’t been very emotional beyond being in shock. I spent about five hours on Tuesday night on the phone with various people, being ridiculously happy. And then I completely lost it while driving away from Albany airport, because I was playing my “You Cannot Be Depressed Listening to This Mix” and apparently the song “I’m Movin’ On” when combined with actually ‘moving on’, and saying temporary good-byes to friends will make me cry. I am so maudlin. This is all very strange to me.

I sobbed until I hit the Thruway and then it was a very easy drive. I still haven’t unpacked, I’m back at B&N (and my new staff is amazing and I’m actually really happy to be back there), and I’m still in a good mood.

Dar Williams totally wrote “Better Things” for me, for December 2004