On Sunday, Eric and his family had a Welcome Back party for me. Eric made a huge Bon Voyage sign and then taped “Welcome Back, The Meg!” over it. He seems to think that he’ll be able to get more use out of that one.
Being home again reminds me of one of those speed-of-light logic puzzles, about who’s aged more, the traveler or the home. I got to catch up with my college friends, torment Carolyn’s new boyfriend, play a bizarre house-rules version of Cranium, and descend on Mama Hoffmann’s food in a way that make me kind of glad that I was the one with the camera.
There’s absolutely no excuse for me to have MapQuested directions to Eric’s house. If there are two cities in the world that I should be able to find my way between, they should be Amherst and Sterling. But I wasn’t exactly sure, so I printed directions.
Today I was driving Stick’s car to my first day of my new job. Stick was at home, so it was just me, my amazing French Vanilla coffee and my MapQuest directions. Actually, two sets of directions. Both sets of directions involve words like “202” and “Palmer”. Both routes are familiar because Stick’s driven me there in the last week.
You can see where this is going, can’t you?
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