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Back in Indiana

I was hoping to feel the familiar comfort of being at home when I landed at the Indianapolis airport on Wednesday. You know how coming back from being away for a while can do that? Well, I didn't feel it. I blame the weather. It was so crisp and sunny and blue in the air and then we had to descend through fifteen minutes of darkening cloud that left millions of thumbprints on my little window. When we landed, it was to a drear, drizzly earth. Then I had to wait for about forty-five minutes for my luggage. They do that so you have to pay for parking, I think. By the time I finally made it to Lafayette, it was so dark that nothing seemed familiar.

I'm in my new house. I unpacked everything yesterday. Bought some shelves at Target and put them together, but I'm constantly worried that they will fall over because there was a warning that they are top heavy and you're supposed to attach them to the wall, but I can't because the molding around the floor makes them stick out too much from the wall. I also dropped my box spring on my toe yesterday. It's not broken, nor even really black and blue, but I never realized how much you use your big toe. But it's nice to have everything open for inspection. I like to wonder what people would think of me if they walked into my room and had to come up with conclusions about me based on what they find lining the shelves and the little knick-knacks I've carried so carefully around with me my whole life. I think that's why little kids always want to show you their room if you go to visit them. It's their whole world. I've never really outgrown that yet.