I'm Back!

I flew. Not only did I fly, but I was calm for, like, 90% of the flight. I just wasn't nervous. It could not have gone better. I know I set the bar low for myself, but damn I'm proud of me.

And I walked for about 7 hours yesterday and got lost and wound up in a different town and met a crazy guy named Artie four separate times and dared the waves on the beach to get my feet wet and got up early this morning and hiked to a place where if I fell and hit my head nobody would find my body for days but it was worth it because it felt awesome to stand on top of those rocks and stare at the ocean. And come back to the place you're calling home and have someone tell you the water for your tea is ready and your Belgian waffle is coming right up.

I'll explain more when I calm down a little bit, but it's been a very good few days. Now I know why people travel.

Tomorrow: Day #2 of 2-week vacation (not counting weekend). Walk to Target to get pills and workout pants; hit the basketball court for the first time in 2 years; maybe laundry. Wednesday: I get as lost as possible in Central Park.