back to living, um… large… emeryville, CA, USA
there i am and here it remains.
i could compose a grand swirling summary of the last 4 months and wax philosophical and nostalgic (what else does one “wax” about?) but as devin choicely stated when he picked me up from the airport, “okay, i’m gonna ask how it was, and then i’m gonna tune you out as you ramble for the next half hour”.
aside from a forthcoming post of stray photos that please me to no end, yet support no story and were insignificant to the plot (there was one?) this will be my last bit of word.
a very sad binky… reykjavik, ficeland
maybe one day i’ll see fit to properly represent iceland in all it’s glory. may when i actually travel the country properly. killing a day on layover had limitations…
iceland air thoughtfully sent my luggage onward to san francisco directly from amsterdam leaving me to survive with a laptop, a camera, an ipod and a 2-month old vanity fair. i considered trading any or all of them for 5 minutes in a fleece. i kept warm by walking quickly between pubs… a premise that worked well-enough that i was left with nothing to truly whine about… i guess i just needed to fill a bit of space… (probably not the first writer to find motivation that way).