I got an email yesterday from one of my best friends. She said she's been thinking about my return home and is full of questions...
I know you will hang out with me...do you have any idea who else you will hang out with?
Do you think you will come into the office?
Do you think you will want to be alone?
How long do you think it will take you to adjust to the time difference?
Do you think you will be sick, because our food is so rich?
Do you remember what it is like to drive?
Do you think you will want to watch hours of TV?
Do you think there are people you haven't talked to at all in the last six months that you will just fall right back into hanging out with?
It is so odd to me that you are coming home, but it isn’t really home. Does it feel different than it did when you came home from London?
I spent the afternoon thinking about the answers to these questions...It was so nice to process through some things...and nice that some people will know how I'm feeling when I come back...(though I know I have a few friends that know me so well I won't have to speak and they will know what I'm thinking...and this actually includes the one that wrote this email)
Daina cried all day yesterday...I tried my best to stay strong so we didn't just sob all afternoon and night...but I guarantee it won't get any easier from here...
Oh man...how is it possible that coming home feels more difficult than leaving home?