sitting at the airport.
flight has been delayed.
a group of women sitting next to me. completely involved in their own conversation; oblivious that it has overstepped and entered the "comfort zones" of everyone else in the waiting area. sharing their thoughts about relationships, children, their hygeine and life for all of us to be apart of. awkward. just kind of.
probably not.
no doubt the tables have been reversed more than just once.
ps. not ready to come home and take on life. i should be--5 days of freedom is more than i could ask for. but nope. not ready one bit.
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