for the second time i was hit on the head by an icicle! then i stomped the snow off my flip-flops.
dreading the middle seat for 10 hours between screaming kids. dreading the security searches and the immigration lines. dreading the dry air on the plane and dreading the grayness of berlin. dreading also-work tomorrow.
emma's travelling clothes are like library books that she uses for awhile and then puts back into circulation. why am i so attached to my stuff? this time i have a huge suitcase and a bag of books. it's always the books i can't separate myself from.