Home Sweet Home

"There's no place like home." - Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz

There is something refreshingly sweet about being home. And I am not referring to home in terms of a house, or even a neighborhood, a city or a state, but a country. It is lovely to be back in the States.

I marvelled first thing at how deep the sinks are here and thrilled myself with a long hot shower for the first time in months. In the midst of seeing friends and their little ones before leaving NYC, I also got my hair blown out (ahhhh the luxury!) and gorged myself on Korean BBQ.

I haven't been able to sleep past 7 am and I find myself throughly exhausted by 10 pm. I suppose I should get used to that. I am still processing the trip, still mulling it over. Some part of me feels as if the self that has come back from Africa is a shadow and that I have left shadows of myself in all of the places that I have visited. And another part of me feels so much more enriched, whole, compassionate, resourceful, patient, and... connected... from having had those experiences.