Coming home after nearly two months in Europe, we confront the clutter. Did we really take all that stuff? Did we need any of it? Do we need it now? Here’s my husband Jeff’s middle-of-the-night journal entry the day after we landed.
Tales of travelers homeward bound never dwell on the mundane, the details of re-entry, that odd rush of olfactory confusion when the front door swings open and the familiar smell of home mixes with the aroma exuding from the suit of armor, the travel costume, the hand-rinsed tatters fit for burning. The texture of air-dried shirts, the pants, the jacket, the shoes, all of it to be dumped. Good-bye, Columbus, and welcome to the old world, my shower, my pillow, my bed. [Read more…] about Jet Lag Final: Facing the Clutter