home again
I've been sitting in front of the computer for a while now, turning over phrases in my mind. None of them work. I can't find the right words. How can you describe 48 hours in which you've seen family and friends for the first time in a year and undergone culture shock and come home all at once.You can't, really. All I can say is, I'm incredibly blessed and loved and I've been swept up in a wave of love and friendship from every side and been hugged more times than I can count and I love it. Truly.
I've adjusted rather easily to America again. Somehow it feels as if I should be having a harder time of it, but this place is ingrained so deep in my blood that coming back is simply right and it's coming home. It's where I belong, among other places. I grew up here, and despite the fact that I've since moved to rolling pasture land with cows and farms every place you look, I still love me some wide freeways and suburban cities and big packaging. Maybe in a few days, the extreme difference of the two cultures will hit me again, but it won't really matter. I'm back. And I'm crazy blessed.
I've adjusted rather easily to America again. Somehow it feels as if I should be having a harder time of it, but this place is ingrained so deep in my blood that coming back is simply right and it's coming home. It's where I belong, among other places. I grew up here, and despite the fact that I've since moved to rolling pasture land with cows and farms every place you look, I still love me some wide freeways and suburban cities and big packaging. Maybe in a few days, the extreme difference of the two cultures will hit me again, but it won't really matter. I'm back. And I'm crazy blessed.
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