I fly out of Scotland tomorrow. Going home. Wherever that might be. My future, as I think I’ve mentioned, is uncertain. East? West? Southeast? Northwest? Big city? Small town? By the ocean? Middle of the country? High in the mountains?
To be honest, I have no clue. I’m going to be winging it, in every sense of the word. And jet-lagged as well, I’d guess. So please excuse the radio silence for the next few days while I reacquaint myself with the Unites States and all that goes with it. “Home, home, home.” That’s the song I’m singing right now, even if I’m making up the lyrics as I go.
Kiss kiss bang bang, s.