Winging Away

Sitting at the gate at LaGuardia airport, waiting to fly back to Pittsburgh.  I'm looking forward to Toni's wedding, but, as usual, I have very mixed feelings about returning to the place of my birth.  I just don't even think of it as home, anymore.  I mean, my parents live there, but it doesn't feel like my home.  I think much of my problem lately is that I haven't felt like I had any home... my apartment is only a sublet, really, and having the British guys from whom we sublet visit last week was unsettling and really brought home just how transient it is, this existence.

But this too, as they say, shall pass.  Sometimes I think that this is actually a really good side effect of the really hard times I've gone through:  I'm pretty unflappable and take things as they come.  Difficult or unsettling things don't really panic me the way they might have, once upon a time.

I think I'm more cynical, too - though I really have no thoughts on whether that's actually a good or bad thing.  But it is a pretty big change... I can remember a time when the idea that I was becoming more cynical would have seemed a terrible thing to me.

But, in being a little more cynical - in having the idealistic edge shaved off - I think I've become a less judgmental person, too.  It's hard to disappoint a cynic, my friends.


Here are a few shots from the airplane.  They're not great, but I think they're pretty good, considering that were shot through double-paned, scratched-up, airplane windows!