Being Home

We've been back just shy of a week. I can sum up my feelings best by saying the feeling of being in our apartment, thought not fully settled but 97% unpacked in 2 days, is like getting into your favorite yoga pants. 

It's amazing and comfortable. Every time I walk in I feel like we are home. I'm excited to be reunited with our things that were in storage, basically all of our furniture and kitchen. It just feels like home. I can't wait to stretch out and get back into a groove and just be in our real space. It doesn't feel small (considering we came from double the space) it just feels like home. 

I'm excited to see friends and I'm feeling so much has changed my perspective on the world and sense of community from our adventures. I'm sure repatriating will take some time. It might be best described as the scene from the movie "What Women Want" when Mel Gibson starts hearing the womens comments in his head and gets overwhelmed by the conversations? Being able to tune into what people's conversations feels like sensory overload. If I look dazed this is perhaps why.

In the meantime, take a deep breathe, drink the tap water and God Bless America and regards from my yoga pants.