falling back into place

…that’s exactly what happens. i’ve not even been home a week, and i’m right back in the middle of things like i never missed a beat. i’ve jumped my car twice [it didn't like the four month sabbatical], driven about 600 miles, some windows down, music up. i’ve been fishing and fourwheeler riding and sat amidst the cows. my maroon out tshirts, basketball shorts, and flip flops are no longer lonely. i’ve watched tv, and i was there to see my sister get inducted into the national honor society. i drove to church and parked 50 feet from the door; church seemed like i’d been only the week before. the radio is still playing the same tired songs, and i went shopping on a sunday afternoon. it feels like i missed less than when i’m normally in college station for the semester.

i went to wal-mart today. it was a bit overwhelming and so unnecessary. the european grocery stores are where it’s at. at least i’ve seen a few re-usable shopping bags here.

i miss the trams, the aib crew, my host family, german food, things like “the willage people”, being able to say entschuldigung without getting weird looks, walking everywhere [and seeing people's dogs walking everywhere], leaving the windows open, hanging out in the parks and playing soccer to name a few.

i’m inspired to learn german now–it sure would have been easier while i was emerged in it, but now it’s a good goal so i can live over there again… i’d go back tomorrow if i could.

life goes on as though nothing ever happened, and i fall back into the same role i played before. only i fit a little differently because of all i’ve gained this semester, and experiences have changed my perspective on things. i miss you europe.

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