nearly 2 months since i've returned, and seemingly things are reaching 'normal' status. nice to be driving my truck again, heading out to the beach and hitting up gordon biersch a few times. but, i'm still not used to paying $10 for any meal not eaten at home...

( a few days after i returned, i went to baja fresh. my total was $7.85. i was honestly shocked speechless... )

many things in my home city has changed. and to be honest, it's kind of a welcome site. though an initial feeling of dismay exists when you return home and find that life has carried on and things have progressed without you, i think in the end it would be an even stranger situation to return and discover everything was as when you left. i'm realizing that i enjoy adaptation; it's interesting to find out where i fit into my new envrionment. it challenges me, and changes me. both are always good.

however, all that said, i've found myself driving past the homes i grew up in, the schools i went to, even the paper route i had, if only to receive the rush of memories and remember how things were. remembering what made me who i am now. i'm nobody special. but i've had a great time becoming that.