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[cyrano]

I have no idea WTF was up with the shuttle driver tonight. But I am seasick. Because any time that the van wasn't accelerating or decelerating it was surging and idling, surging and idling, like he kept punching the gas pedal with his foot, so the van rocked itself down the fucking highway. And I don't have my sea legs yet.
But I didn't come here to tell you that story.
I stepped out of the airport, into the grey overcast drizzling damp night, with the cold wind cutting through my travel-moistened t-shirt like Bobby Drake's special set of pickle forks, and I thought "God DAMN it's good to be home."

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[mnarra.livejournal.com]

the cold wind cutting through my travel-moistened t-shirt like Bobby Drake's special set of pickle forks

Gawd, I wish I could talk like that. Truly.

Welcome home.

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

Hooray!

[tavella.livejournal.com]

Yay! Good you are back.

[zdashamber.livejournal.com]

I had that same experience in March, after having been gone just five or so days. The SF airport just has a certain noir quality, a here you are, it's cold and wet and full of corners again, you're back.