That's it. I'm coming home. I'm leaving, on a jet plane...

...but I'll be back here on Tuesday.

USAir, despite filing for bankrupcy, is offering great Labor Day fares, and so I'm leaving right from class (in about an hour) for the airport, and catching a Pittsburgh to San Francisco flight and will be there before midnight.

On the way back, I'll be on the redeye, leaving SFO around 10pm, and getting in to PIT around 6:30am. Damn timezones. Still, looking for the bright side: the 8:30am Tuesday class is the one that it looks like I won't get in to, however much I want to, so I'll have a few hours to sleep before my next Tuesday class at 10:30.

I'm really looking forward to being back, even if it's only for a few days. I see it as a way to touch-base, playing a game of transcontinental peek-a-boo. Having covered my eyes for a month, I get to peek out and make sure my world, friends, and favorite city, are still there, relatively undisturbed and unchanged.

I'll be able to breathe free for a few days, make a trip to my storage space, effectively a store built for me with things I'd like, and I'll pick those that, with 3 weeks experience in Pittsburgh, I most wish I had brought, pack them into a big suitcase which will make the trip home (ack, I called it home!) with me.

It's really all about the friends though.

Only nine hours. I can't wait.