America

After being home for just over 2 weeks, I have just one thing to say...

BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

It's cold over here!

Actually, I think I have a lot more than just that to say, but it's all forming very slowly in my head (possibly because the cold is slowing my brain function down).

I'm home and I'm not at all feeling how I expected to feel. I thought I'd be ready for break, but I'm running around like a headless chicken. Visiting family, visiting friends, looking at cars, looking for jobs, hangin with JB and all sorts of other little things. I feel like I can't sit still. I have to move move move!

But, it's ok, I need to stay busy. I'm back in America and it hasn't quite hit me that this is probably where I'm going to be for a while. I feel poised for flight. I feel out of place.

And, as I told one of my co-teachers, I don't think there is such a thing as a "normal" life for me anymore. I may just always be in this in between state that keeps me aware that there is more than just what's in front of me in this world. That, a person can have two homes, or three... or more in different parts of the planet.

And, maybe most important... that a person can recognize that there shouldn't be something as a "normal life," but that having adventures, taking risks, seeing the world and all that God made in it is a beautiful, awesome privilege.

But, for now, I'm glad to be back at this home.