H.O.M.E.

When you live abroad (or are gone for an extended period of time) there really is no feeling like stepping back into familiarity, whether it be your house, your car (not that I have one...), old bars, friends' houses, where ever.  I hadn't been back to the States in a year so to be back was both shocking and relieving all at once.  I'd just gotten into the Spanish groove when summer hit (i.e. eating dinner at 10, staying out late, riding public tranportation everywhere, speaking Spanish), so to be back home where I understood everyone, drove a car, ate dinner at 6 and was in bed by 10 was strange yet so relaxing.  Being able to experience what I am at this point in my life is rewarding and a once-in-a-lifetime experience that I would never change.  Since catching the travel bug in 2005 I never would have dreamt I'd be able to see all the places I have in the past 5 years.  Yet with that being said, I can't wait to move back home.  I can't wait to own a house and a car and a dog and a blackberry and have a relationship and a somewhat "real" life, whatever that means.  My biggest fear, though, is that when I move back I'll realize I didn't really want all that after all.  But I guess it's the risks we take that can potentially give us the biggest reward.

Here's a small album from my time at home this summer

Summer '10

Whatever corner of the world you may be in, I think of you often and hope to see you soon!  

Con todo mi amor, Linds