Before I forget, pictures are located:
http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery.fcgi?p=321&uid=4025854&gid=16673903 and they're iand reverse chronological order for now until I can take the time to change that.
4 Flights and 50 hours later, I'm home in the States. I'm on Dad's comp becuase mine sucks so for tonight, I can't get on AoG, probably can't read other LJs, etc. I will try. I'll type up the journal sometime tomorrow.
Just...
It's weird being back.
I loved going. It was an amazing experience. I'm struggling with the reintroduction to American life. My views and perceptions have been rocked. My negatism and pessimism has been rocked. I am not sure what's up and down, but that's okay. Gray areas are OK. My views on people in my life have changed, and my relationship to them and our combined joined worlds. It's interesting. It's puzzling.
It's good to be home.
But in many ways, it isn't
So if I'm not journaling as much here, it's because I have a pen and paper one now. So if I don't call as much, don't be surprised, the cellphone disgusts me. So if I'm quiet or more contemplative, or I tell you you don't understand, it is because you don't. It's not meant to be rude or exclusive, but you cannot understand that/this transformation unless you go through it yourself. Its something the group struggled aloud with, how to explain this to our friends and family. Most of us decided you can't. We just can't. There's no way to describe it.
Words fail me.