There's something about stooging around in space, it gets you away from the general calendar events. I'd been amused to find out that it was not only December when I got back, it was lateDecember.
Thus, I spent almost as much time in Seattle and Toronto bookshops looking for presents as I did gleefully splurging on books for myself. By the time I left Toronto, the inside of the Jaime looked like Yomiko Readman lived there. There was also an overnight bag, a bag of christmas gifts and barely room for me.
Six hours later, I was hovering over northern London, trying to navigate without having a very good view of the ground and in the dark. I think it took me as much time to get from there to my parent's house as it did to get from Toronto to the Atlantic. Eventually I reached what I was pretty sure was them (all these little commuter places look the same to me) and set the Jaime down in front of the garage.
Knocking on the door got me a familiar face and "Merry Christmas" got me a hug. After weeks in the Asteroid Belt with crazy Russians and almost-as-crazy Americans, a hug from Mum was just what the doctor ordered.
"Welcome back!" she said, ushering me inside. "How was your trip?"
"A little long," I said dryly, sitting on the stairs to remove my boots. "I haven't been home myself yet. How are you?"
I've seen what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars, but there is not, and has never been, anything sweeter than being able to turn up unannounced on a doorstep and being treated like the prodigal son.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
Thus, I spent almost as much time in Seattle and Toronto bookshops looking for presents as I did gleefully splurging on books for myself. By the time I left Toronto, the inside of the Jaime looked like Yomiko Readman lived there. There was also an overnight bag, a bag of christmas gifts and barely room for me.
Six hours later, I was hovering over northern London, trying to navigate without having a very good view of the ground and in the dark. I think it took me as much time to get from there to my parent's house as it did to get from Toronto to the Atlantic. Eventually I reached what I was pretty sure was them (all these little commuter places look the same to me) and set the Jaime down in front of the garage.
Knocking on the door got me a familiar face and "Merry Christmas" got me a hug. After weeks in the Asteroid Belt with crazy Russians and almost-as-crazy Americans, a hug from Mum was just what the doctor ordered.
"Welcome back!" she said, ushering me inside. "How was your trip?"
"A little long," I said dryly, sitting on the stairs to remove my boots. "I haven't been home myself yet. How are you?"
I've seen what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars, but there is not, and has never been, anything sweeter than being able to turn up unannounced on a doorstep and being treated like the prodigal son.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.