First Impressions

There is that lucid period in my head right now, the one that’s two states past exhaustion. Was the trans-Pacific crossing long and painful? Yup. Was the stop in the American airport similar but with an added dash of paranoia? Oh yeah.

However, stepping out of the Toronto airport in a T-Shirt and jacket was surprisingly survivable. I’m going to chalk that up to the unseasonably warm weather the area’s been having, since it was clearly not sub-zero. I couldn’t see my breath. Met with Old Friend. Had pizza. Played with cat.

And now I should seriously try to crash for 12-16 hours.

But wow.

I’m home.