Friday, in an endless string of them
I noticed a while back, as I looked up from my book when the plane touched down, that I watch out the window until I feel like we've slowed down to not die during the landing. Then I go back to reading. Possibly has something to do with most plane crash footage being as they land and flip oer into a giant fireball.
It really hit me today that I'm coming home soon. I was on my way to the post office to drop my written notice to the landlord in the mail, when I realized I'll be back in my own space in less than three months. The brief wave of emotion was almost crushing and I briefly noted the experience of actually having a feeling before successfully supressing it.
Anybody want to buy an always garaged BMW 318ti?