Hoosier Momma??
Now that I've returned from Indiana, I can step back and take a look at things, if I want to. Frankly, I'm okay right now with forgetting the trip ever happened. However, I know that won't last long and that I need to proceed with what originally motivated me to visit there in the first place: writing about my family, or something like it... It's a lot more difficult than I anticipated. I've never had as much trouble facing the fact that my family is more-than-slightly dysfunctional as I have had before, during, and after this trip. Perhaps it was the physicality of it all, actually inhabiting the landscape where things seem to have gotten fucked up for my family through various events. It was odd to know that this place was once (or still is) "home" to the rest of my family, while it feels so foreign to me. Maybe that's a good way to describe the experience: somewhat foreign, but also juxtaposed with the strange comfort that the idea of family brings-- even if I don't know any of them well at all. So, that's all I can write about Indiana right now; I'd like to avoid it a little longer.
Meanwhile, I finally started work for the summer, and I'm back to my old night shift schedule that produced so many fond memories for me last summer. My body hasn't adjusted to the strange hours yet (12am-8am), but I predict that once I adjust, I will escape this indescribable sleep-purgatory I'm experiencing right now...