Home Again

Ok, so it's been awhile.  Awhile for my blog, and awhile since I've been home.  As far as the blog goes, you can't blame me: I've been trying to unpack, job search, and get over the typical home sadness that comes when travelers return and shockingly realize that home hasn't changed into some exotic foreign country, and life hasn't completely fallen apart without them like it's supposed to.  Kind of like home sickness, except the other way around, if ever-so-slightly more narcissistic. 

Of course, it's sweet to be home: I've gotten to sleep in a bed full of dogs, cats, and a charmingly handsome (and comfy!) boyfriend again (though two very important dogs are missed), my mom actually put roses on my windowsill (why weren't my roommates in France ever so accomodating??), I'm able to finally enjoy the new baby smell of my gorgeous niece Sedona, and I can engage in grocery shopping transactions again without the inevitable fear of running into a language barrier regarding asparagus.


What's draining about being home is that I've spent the past week and a half uploading thousands of pictures, searching for a job in the crappy job market I almost let myself forget about, and unpacking. Considering I've spent the past eight months struggling to do something as simple as call a taxi, the familiarity of the monotony of home life seems, somehow, eery.  Almost enough to make me run for the nearest airport again, but then I think about going through airport security for the tenth time this month, and a simple nap sounds much more feasible. Enough naps, and I might be able to summon up the energy to post the rest of the Europe photos and share them with you, though somehow traveling around Europe again sounds slightly less scary and frustrating...