Home again home again. I departed Gatwick Airport at about 3pm bound for Boston. After 7 months away from the states, it was time to return. I was met at the airport by my mom and my sister, and then I drove back to my hometown of Springfield, Vermont, about 2 hours away. It was very very strange to be back after such a long trip in so many different cultures.
The strangest part of being back was that I was suddenly surrounded by the completely familiar. After months of living a totally unpredicatable life, never knowing anything about the places I was, learning everything new every day and being forced to live in the moment, the shock of being in a familiar place with famliar people was too much. The first night back I kept looking at my pictures, my journal, my pack, my stick, and wondering if it had all really ever happened. The entire trip seemed as though it were only a dream. I remembered it all clearly, but it wasn't real. I still get occasional flashes of that feeling, although it's all now sort of become "normal".
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