February 19th, 1973

On the plane– the last three hours are always such agony– waiting, waiting to go to the airport. As usual, I went home with nothing but the clothes I was wearing (and you, my darling diary) and I am returning to D.C. with about 100 lbs of baggage. An enormous suitcase full of items. I had planned on carrying my juicer (about 40 lbs) and my thermos with 4lbs of fresh iced shrimp on the plane with me– but at the last minute, we decided to have mom ship the juicer to me. 

Goodbye Mom, Pop– I love you both completely

From the slowly moving plane window, I see mom and Rene waiving to me.

Off again, off again. To a winter D.C.– an empty quiet apartment– 

and, what can I say,

another empty clean slate.