I’m so, so tired.
It might be the jetlag talking, but man, I could hide out in my Back Bay apartment for a month right now and not want to emerge despite the fact that I actually kind of hate the Back Bay and usually try to leave as often as possible. Instead of hiding out, I’m sitting at my mother’s house in California*, tackling my inbox, making plans to see various LA friends, scheduling speaking/travel for the rest of the spring, and getting tired from just the thought of more planes and trains.
Truth is, I wouldn’t mind disappearing for a while and writing without the pressure to click “publish”. The year’s barely started and I already want to peace out.
* You know you’re an adult when you start referring to your childhood home as “your mother’s house”.
