home is where you don't actually have any food, because you're always traveling.

Favorite story I somehow neglected to mention.

Sitting on the plane, people still boarding. Girl behind me on her cell phone with her mother, having a FULL ON MELTDOWN. Crying, freaking out. About what you ask? Oh you know, the usual. Feeling like her job doesn't give her enough freedom, thinking about moving to a new city, 17th century romanticism.....

wait, what?

oh yes. I'm not sure of the exact details, but this young lady (probably about my own age) is apparently having a complete mental breakdown on an airplane out because her line of work has something to do with 17th century romanticism, and she thinks there's a lot more opportunity in studying 18th century literature, but she's "just not an 18th century girl."

I guess that might make me cry too. Especially since... well, I mean, wasn't Romanticism kind of... only an 18th/early 19th century thing? I've been out of college a few years but ... I don't think I ever actually came across the phrase "17th century romantics." I think this girl's problems might be more serious than she realizes.