after two weeks in massachusetts, five days in the midwest, an eight-hour drive from ohio to missouri, and a two-hour flight from missouri to texas, i am home.  i’ve been to nine states, two weddings, and a concert.  i’ve scattered millions of grass seeds over hundreds of bare patches of earth.  i’ve worn three pairs of shoes.  in the parking lot of my apartment, two shopping carts and a couch have been added, and an ancient volkswagen has been taken away.  i feel as though little pieces of myself have been taken away, too, but i don’t know which pieces or where i left them

but my suitcase was still heavy.