Being home feels strange. Driving down streets I used to know like the back of my hand, I'm struck by more changes than I expected. In the four months I was away, my best friend from high school has had her second child, my little brother learned to play the trombone, my favorite childhood park has ceased to exist, my tiny hometown got its first health club gym, and my dad found a new girlfriend. I'm on the outside of most inside jokes, and having to take cliff notes versions of the summer's funniest events. The world's best Mexican restaruant has new menus, and The Twin (a landmark drive in restaurant in my hometown) changed its "secret sauce." That's epic, considering that everything in that place hasn't changed since The Twin first opened decades ago. I mean, they don't even have cash registers yet.
I couldn't be any more disoriented if I'd been dropped on Mars. As I type this (from my old roommate's new apartment) I can't help but wonder what ELSE is going to be different when I come back next time. If four months has done this much, what will another seven do?
Amid the chaos of getting to know everything all over again, it has been a blessing being back with my family and friends. With no job and no classes to worry about, it's a 24/7 visiting spree. I've been bouncing from house to house swapping stories and making up for lost time. It's greart.
The only problem is, as I'm making up the time here, I'm losing it back in Germany with Kyle. I wish there were a way around feeling like I'm missing something no matter where I am. I guess the only thing to do is live it up as much as possible in whichever country I find myself in...try and enjoy what I have while I have it. Still. It's not easy having your family spread onto opposite sides of the world.
Anyhoo, I'm back in Kentucky until after Thanksgiving as of now. Plenty to do, and tons of people to see. I hope that those of you who've been waiting out my crazy hiatus are happy and well and enjoying the beginnings of what is shaping up to be a beautiful autumn.