7 days and I'll have flown out of this sprawling metropolis and be landing in a much smaller, warmer, burg, and then being driven out to sprawling anti-metropolis of the great wide country.

I always have a few mixed feelings about going home.  I love my family, I love getting to see certain friends.  I love the great big green expanse of Mississippi countryside, and the dearly missed starry skies.  However, I can't stay long before I'm bored out of my mind, and feeling like I need to get back to Brooklyn.

Of course, coming back here also has it's own pros and cons.  I love the city, I love living here, but it's a cold, cold city, particularly in winter, and it's a lonely city.  It seems, despite the millions upon millions of people always stacked up on each other, that it's really hard to meet anyone, or make a connection, let alone forge a real friendship. (Quite a few aquaintances, but not the kind of people you'd call if you wanted to talk, or go watch a movie or get a beer together and just hang out.)  

Of course, I know I'm feeling extra exposed and vulnerable on this front because of certain events that I know better than to talk about on a public forum.  But still, even rationalizing one's feelings and logically knowing their source, and course does not mean you can change how you feel at any given time.

So, for now, I'm lonely.  Eressëa quenditit (lonely little elf-girl).