kerouac says

it is here, the day when i fly home. i could not be happier. i'd never wish the monkey's disjointed, unaffectionate, weird family on anyone, but it does make it nice that we never have to share the holidays. this is his first full-on louella-fam christmas. mass included, although i told him he didn't have to go. but he is.

i'm a little magicked out. i can't wait to be home. it's not exactly the hippest thing ever, but i love my parents, and i love my hometown, and i love christmas eve mass, for reasons i can't quite comprehend, since i am so long lapsed i'm sure i fell off the edge. i'm crazy for this week to happen. it's small proof of good things. honestly, the best things ever.