Melba and I are like a couple of horses whose riders have turned them back to the corrals after a long work day. They know that they are headed for their stalls and the water trough. There is almost no stopping them.
We are ready to go home. Mentally, the switch has been made. Our time and experience in Japan have been compartmentalized in the travel section of our brains. Our noses are pointed toward South Texas. We have ants in our pants.
Compounding our antsy condition is the miserable weather we woke up to this morning; windy, cold, and drizzly. Poor Melba still has to put in two more work days at school before we leave.
We are ready to go home. Mentally, the switch has been made. Our time and experience in Japan have been compartmentalized in the travel section of our brains. Our noses are pointed toward South Texas. We have ants in our pants.
Compounding our antsy condition is the miserable weather we woke up to this morning; windy, cold, and drizzly. Poor Melba still has to put in two more work days at school before we leave.
