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England again, after too long away, and it's weird being back, it's so strange to have gone, but to have not gone home.
Or perhaps it isn't, because god knows I've spent a lot of time not going home, not even when I should have done nor when I really wanted to, but there was nothing I was going to do that would be fixed by going back.
At any rate, this place is less weird than it once was, and more like home.
And these are the thoughts of someone standing in the very long fucking customs line at Heathrow, waiting to go through it. Nothing to declare?
Nothing to declare.
Which is not the same as nothing to declare, but it is exactly the same as "I am very tired, as I have been flying for-fucking-ever, and I want to go home and not decompose in this place."
I can't sleep on airplanes, which is fun when you're coming back from Australia, really. So I've been flying for 21 hours, and I managed to sleep some, but it was terrible, and the airplane didn't even have Bejeweled on the entertainment console. Let's not discuss the movie options. On the other hand, it beats the five-week cruise, or the 12-day flights when airplanes were new. So, really, something to be lucky for, you know? Or I guess I mean thankful, really.
Going that far is weird.
Going home without going home is even weirder.
Getting some sleep, however, would be excellent. I don't think the coffee is working any longer, and this line is barely shuffling. Fantastic.
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