Reconnected

Sitting on floor of my lower level. In a corner. Typing and simultaneously glaring at CNN. Yes, friends, once again I not only have the internet but also america's favorite pasttime (baseball? oh no, dear.) TELEVISION. liberating. My boyfriends are back: Anderson Cooper, Larry King, Jon Stewart, the "Can you hear me now" guy. (ok, not him.)

Fantastic.

Feeling v. refreshed. Brief trip home last evening to see everyone. Good to be back, strangely... Zadie Smith captured it perfectly, but of course I've forgotten her words, at any rate noting how adolescence grants one such passionate desire to flee, to seek out those greener pastures and escape the claustrophobia of home (for a Brit, she seems v. insightful about thoughts of a Midwestern misfit). And yet... things soften over the years and nostalgia creeps in with those rose-colored glasses. 'Tis too true, Ms. Smith.

Dragged an unsuspecting Matt with me, poor man. Less than one week in this country and he is subjected to my entire family. Handled it well.