The Airportline: Observations

An era is over, the door is locked, the floors are wiped, the view over the library now blocked by trees is no longer. My home for almost a year is now beyond me. I'm not very nostalgic though, I've never been when it comes to places I've lived in. The only thing I miss are people, and maybe the fireplace in my former San Francisco apartment. Next week I make my move south east to a quite spectacular new place with two good friends standing by, so there is no need for concern, airportline is not becoming homeless. Before all that happens I will once again fly north for a couple of days for some basketball playing and thesis writing among the Danes.