Comforts and Culture shock
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” Robert Frost
…even if that means a late night airport trip, a kitchen table covered with papers, a rapid end to ice cream supplies, and a jet-lagged zombie wandering the house at all hours of night. 🙂
Yes, I made it. Back to St. Louis, home to my storage garage. Luckily my parents don’t make me sleep there. 😉 I admit to pouting a little on the extended journey home as the people and views got progressively more “normal” and bland. Pretty soon I was in the gate leaving for St. Louis surrounded by scowls over laptops and cells, women with highlights and heels, my Indian shirt and jingly anklet officially out of place. All the same, time with family will make this a fun, not just necessary, stop before I leave the country again soon.
I really doubt that I’ll write too much over the next month unless you are strongly curious about the state of my tax return, business wrap-up, or how my nephews are doing in basketball (awesome of course). I am looking forward to a February Florida/New Orleans roadtrip for friends and Mardi Gras and will arrive in New Zealand on March 1st.
So, until the other side of the equator….
Until then, looking forward to the unfamiliar but oh-so-fun PHONE CALLS! 😀
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