I'm in the airport, waiting for a flight from Detroit to Kalamazoo---a flight that will carry me home.
I am thoroughly heartsick.
Disgusted to the core.
So full of sorrow I feel swollen. Like I might overflow and just spill out all over the floor here at Gate C8.
But I'm going home, and there's comfort there. Tangible comfort. And people who make sense. People who care. People who are true.
People who are worthy and who don't make me sick.
