On my way home. Not sure how I feel about that in general. It’s been an incredibly therapeutic week, but at the same time I feel like I need 2 more just like it to really get my head straight.

I felt this morning like I was over the ‘sitting at the beach and reading’ need, which I indulged for most of the week. I was overcome wih an overwhelming desire to go out and explore, but time is not so kind. Were the situation at work less pressing, I might have negotiated 2 or 3 more days and gone out to finish straightening out my brain. No such luck.

3 hours to Atlanta, 2 or 3 hours sitting around there and 2 more hours home to Newark. Hopefully the flight will be as easygoing and unpacked as the way down, and I’ll get a chance to relax. The worst part of a vacation is that oncoming fear of some singular or sequence of events which threatens to skyrocket stress levels back to pre-trip highs. Fingers crossed.