It’s been a long week. I miss my life in Cambridge. I am too emotional by half to work in my field. I had a tantrum yesterday on some colleagues because I didn’t feel they were treating candidates with respect. Then I cried to the headhunter who helps with this process (and who has been trying to hire me all week – you can bet those efforts will stop now!).
Woke up out of a dead ambien sleep at 5am this morning to come to JFK where I am currently sitting in a temporary departure terminal (this is a trailer, and literally reminds me of the temporary classrooms we had at St Paul’s Girls’ School). Am heading to Florida for Kendall’s wedding. Leslie is picking me up at the airport and we head right to the bridesmaid’s lunch. Leslie has been SO funny over email the past few months that I am really looking forward to that drive. She may be just the tonic I need right now.
I miss Cambridge. I miss my children and the other people who populate my life. To those special, much-missed people:

I felt it shelter to speak to you. – Emily Dickinson