A trip too far

The worst part of going to America is the dislocation, the tremendous shift in mind, attitude, and real-life location involved. I'm sure this reads as completely simplistic, but it's a head-job, for sure. In any case, I'm back, having received the love of my family and friends, gotten a little fatter on good food, beer, and chex mix, and now I'm off to have more adventures in my lovely little country over here.

I wanted to write about all my feelings, experiences, and musings at length, but I'm late for dinner so you'll be spared. I'm safely back, looking forward to whatever comes, even as I'm homesick all over again, in a new way.

Life!