Okay, I’m home.
Nikki (very kindly) drove to London and picked me up from my flight, which touched down at 11pm. We didn’t get back until 2am. My watch is still on Palmer time, I think it’s midnight there…roughly.
I’ve now been home about 8 hours. I’ve rung Alaska to let people know I’ve got home. Oooh, this keyboard feels oddly clunky after using a Mac one for three weeks (I did *choose* this one to feel clunky, but it’s also ancient). I’ve got a list as long as my arm of things I need to do. People to ring, work to do, shopping to do, laundry, people I promised I’d e-mail when I got back, unpacking, clearing (some) of Trey’s stuff out of my room.
That was hard. Coming back to the room we shared. Her starfish sat on the tallboy… reminders of us everywhere. No friends, no Alaskan mountains or pusscat to keep me from thinking. It took about 20 minutes for me to get to sleep despite the fact I’d not slept for 31ish hours (ooh, no wonder I feel rough this morning (I’ve had about 6 hours of sleep)). Just kept cycling through thoughts…
Lauren did something really sweet though, the house is decorated for xmas and has a big WELCOME HOME KATE banner across the lounge. I really feel like just snuggling up in a heap of myself today, but I’ve got too much to do. Bah. And if I do that it’d be all to easy for me to slide into the depression I’ve felt since I got on the plane home. That’s the problem with coming home. I’ve got to deal with my life.
I’ve got a draft post that’s been sat here waiting for me to finish it, one of the more personal posts, but I think starting that now would also be a bad idea. I need to settle back into my life a bit. Although I can’t hide behind a relationship and whatever, oh, too much to explain here. ANyway, I should shower and eat.
I want the mountains back.
