Horrible, terribly homesick all of a sudden. I’m keeping up, but it’s harder these last few days. I do my best to be optimistic and look forward.
Keeping busy helps, knitting helps, the gym helps. Vonnegut helps, but he helps with everything. Things that do not help: extended reading about the history of Baltimore, talking about how homesick I am, eagerly watching the mail for word from home. Getting into spirited arguments on the relative merits of my city with people who only know Baltimore from watching The Wire (although- thought- that’s not all a bad image, either)— well, actually, does help a little.
The Dark Knight came into the Foo store today; pieces of it were filmed in Hamden, and I’m eager to figure out which. That helps.
Speed- watching The Wire (I only had to leave the US to watch it, I know, after about a million recommendations) and getting all teary when I see the Domino sign, or the smokestack by I-95, or Loudon Park cemetery, that… I don’t know if that helps or not.
It’s not the end of the world- another phase, like everything else. I’ll snap back. A lot of this has to do with Mick going home, I think; I am envious, although I don’t want to leave here yet, and wouldn’t. I am full of wistful longing, thinking about homecomings in general. Lucky guy, to see his family again.