Back at home…
Well, I’ve been home for a few hours now, and it is sort of nice to be back in familiar surroundings. I checked out my apartment and its still dusty AND the cat is still alive. I switched on the news (the first time I watched TV since I left) and the breaking story was about a lady getting shot at a nursing home, so the news is the same. I checked my email for work and I’m still employed and it looks like everything there is pretty much the same. I went and picked up my mail and dropped off my film and everything seems exactly the same, and thats not a bad thing. However, something has changed… ME. I havent been home long enough to say exactly what or how, but I know that I’m not the same person I was before this trip.
dear michele,
I feel we’ve all changed…I actually feel I witnessed the expressions on all our faces change…look a little bit different in the mirror. I definitely saw a shift within u too…and enjoyed being humorous with u toward end and speaking of other stuff too. Anyhoo, we’re back and in the words of Jacob Dylan from the band Wallflowers, “…I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same…” from the song, fifth avenue Heartache. I’d have to say we’re changed too. Can’t wait to hear everyone’s thoughts upon return. love to u! Gianna