My plane leaves the Minneapolis airport just after 7:30; it will arrive Chicago O'Hare just after 9:00. I will be seeing my parents, several friends for the first time in about two weeks, and several for the first time in much longer than that.
Given the circumstances (re-read my post from this past Monday), I'm a bit anxious to get back. However, I can't help but feel how this weekend will have "reunion" written all over it. But in a way, every time I go home and visit said friends, for some reason it always seems like a reunion, especially the more people that come. If, say, I am hanging out with one or two people at a time (like I've done a few times over the previous break), I can feel like I'm spending time in the present rather than the past.
I must confess I haven't been very active all week. I still haven't heard from my two job applications, and I haven't made any new calls this week. Part of it is due to mourning, and part of it is due to said anxiety. I can't wait to see all these people again (well, the Lukers of my generation anyway), but because of the surrounding events it will be a little out-of-place. I've spent the last few days writing an a capella vocal piece to the words of Revelation 21 to help ease myself, but given that I'm about 75% done, and I've used about 3 different versions of the same text to write the music, I know I will have to go back and re-write it.
I'm actually not as sad/downtrodden/depressed/maxxed out as I sound right now. But I anticipate that I will be refreshed upon my return to Olaf on Monday, and I will continue my job search in earnest. Pray for me.