Life has been crazy and strange lately. Right now I find myself in Terminal C of Boston International Airport as I write this. I suppose there is an inclination for flowery words when one travels, especially so close to his home. I moved away from here a little over a year ago, as much to turn over a new leaf as to admittedly run the hell away from a few things. One of those things has echoes in this terminal. I used to come here to pickup someone from their flights and I had not really thought much about it until I walked into ticketing and it felt like a punch to the gut. Terminal C ticketing? That was the last place I actually saw that person. It can’t help but hold significance.
So I’m sitting here now, having just interviewed for a job outside of Boston, after having stormed off to the South. Coming up here again has been weird. It’s a little odd and doesn’t feel wholly right but I suspect that’s mostly because of the fact that in the history of the world I might be the worst person at letting go. Also, the Holidays aren’t helping. I mean, as glorious as the winter can be for us here, it also has that unique distinction of harboring an overwhelmingly large amount of emotional attachments that persist through the years for so many people. For better of worse, these couple of months are the time of the year that everything meaningful happens for us. I mean that in a general sense. It’s when the entire western world comes together though. Just that thought on its own is overwhelming. Pair that with my tendency to dwell on and over think things?
This isn’t usually the forum where I open up like this. but anyhow there you have it.