The streets are fields that never die
Jun. 12th, 2006 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qatarperegrineAs soon as we deplaned (how I hate that word) my coworkers asked me what it felt like to be back in Pittsburgh. Since all airports feel like all other airports, I didn't really have an answer.
Now I've been here 20 hours, and I'm surprised how normal it feels. Last night I walked across the Pitt campus, totally lost in my thoughts; my feet found their way to where I was going without any particuarly intervention from my brain. It didn't feel like I'd been gone at all.
Then, of course, I got to the old parking lot outside the library and discovered that it has finally been turned into a park. What an improvement! I could really live without the 30-foot-tall inflatable houndstooth squirrel, though.
Now I've been here 20 hours, and I'm surprised how normal it feels. Last night I walked across the Pitt campus, totally lost in my thoughts; my feet found their way to where I was going without any particuarly intervention from my brain. It didn't feel like I'd been gone at all.
Then, of course, I got to the old parking lot outside the library and discovered that it has finally been turned into a park. What an improvement! I could really live without the 30-foot-tall inflatable houndstooth squirrel, though.
