Friday, 21 December 2007

  • Hello again.

    I have been home for 4 full days.

    Slipping back into the rythms of la vida cotidiana (daily life) in Wisconsin has been surprising effortless.

    As I walked semi-conscious through customs and through the glass doors to face the throng of eagerly-waiting loved ones, all I could think about was A) I'm done with planes and B) about how I hadn't slept in a long time (I would go 42 hours without sleeping).

    I looked up from my tottering luggage cart, ladened with over 100 lbs. of personal junk and briefly caught a glimpse of a tall man in a suit with shaggy brown hair. I looked down absent-mindedly and all at once caught myself. I looked up again. It was Tyler. In a pin-striped suit. With a bouquet of flowers. Looking forlornly overjoyed. In Chicago. Not Los Angeles. What?

    There were kisses. There was face-to-shoulder snuggling and a strong welcoming embrace.

    I saw my parents and there were hugs all around.

    And then we lugged my luggage to the new car I had never seen before and headed home in the snow.

    I've been over-enjoying cooking and getting up early with my jet-lagged self. I watched movies from a couch for the first time in 4 months. I blowdried my hair without socks on. I woke up warm. I've pet cats. I've watched TV. I've run errands.

    As I go through my day, I encounter all these little things that give me pause as I think, "I couldn't do this in Spain!" Speaking with people about Spain also gives me pause as I struggle to recover my English word bank and translate my Spanish memories.

    That's enough for now. What I'm saying is, in a nutshell:

    I've come home.

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