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Home for the Holidays: PostscriptI arrived home late last night. Home. My home. What a relief. I had a two-hour car ride to the airport in Baltimore yesterday, with my father at the wheel. I tried just listening to my headphones, but, ineveitably, he wanted to talk. What did I really want to do with myself? Write. Who were my friends? What were their names? How did I know them? I felt about fifteen years old. It's actually a harder question to dodge as an adult, and yet my friends are very much part of my world, and not his, and I don't like them colliding. Did I really think I could ever work in a corporate environment? Er, has this man ever met me before? Jesus Christ, do we have to play last-minute twenty-questions? Isn't there an adage about the road to Hell? The flight was stressful, thinking it all through. But I got home. To my city, to my place, to my bed, to my pets. To my life. A life I value much more than I did just a short week ago. Claudia Hunter is the Beachwood's pseudononymous holiday affairs correspondent. She just returned from her parents' home in Central Pennsylvania, from where she filed these reports: * Home for the Holidays: The Preamble
Posted on December 28, 2006 |
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