Take the money and run and never go home

Flights home today. I know I'll remember all the things I love about my job and my apartment and routine when I get back but for now I'm only recalling the stressful and frustrating and lonely and crazy-brained and unhappy parts. Ho-hum. My first world problems, look how significant and tragic and terrible they are, woe is me.

I have written much less of New Novel than I'd hoped/planned to on this trip, but on the upside I think I may have a vague idea what Next Novel is about.

Bethy is awake and I have asked her and she says I can just live here forever and never leave so I think I'mma go to that.