33 hours of travel with 6 hours of sleep; we drove with the window down and the music turned up to stay awake on the final leg home. Once home we gladly crashed into our wonderful cloud bed and left the world for a few hours.
It’s been a whirlwind couple weeks (months, really, but I’m too tired to think back that far). A week spent teaching in Spain (see the blog on that), with a single day on return to re-pack and head to America, has made it so I have no idea what day it is, let alone what time.
But here’s the thing I want to talk about:
As you might know, I’m not good at being human, and the last several weeks (months) have required me to behave as though I have a single clue about what it is to be socially adept. I’ve given it my best shot. I’ve hung out with old friends, made some new ones, and worked on keeping hidden my hugely awkward self.
It didn’t always work; I didn’t get to talk to several people I wanted to, and probably came across as aloof, snooty, or just plain rude to others. If you were one of those people, I apologize. Leaving the house to speak actual words to real people is always like a crapshoot during an eclipse; only when the light comes back do I see the damage.
That said, I was able to talk to friends I’ve had for years, have lots of laughs, good food (madre de Dios, is Ptown food expensive!) and time to talk about writing. Words, words, words. And I got to do it with Robyn–our first time as authors at a big event we weren’t in charge of. That was pretty damn cool too.
Now we’re back and the rest of the year requires a few more events where I have to step outside myself, put on my ‘I’m pretty normal’ mask, and remember to use words in place of blank expressions. But tonight I’m soaking in my lovely bathtub, listening to the wind from hurricane Ophelia howl around the house while my wife unpacks two weeks of luggage.
So, to everyone at Ptown: thanks. To those in Spain: thanks.
Life is good.