just got back in the states. just today.

and, i managed to live today twice. left east Asia at 11am, arrived at LAX at 10am the same day.

i remember the precise moment, waiting in Korea for my connecting flight, when all of the sudden the white faces outnumbered the Asian faces. and i was overhearing multiple English conversations all around me. and suddenly i wasn’t so anonymous anymore, i wasn’t so uncommon. it felt strange, if only because that was life for 2 years, and it ended in an instant.

and the rest of my double-day was in a haze... friends surprising me at the airport, lunch at a favorite Mexican restaurant; and now walking around the house reaching for the wrong places to turn lights on, looking around me and wondering if i’m really, in fact, back in the states. it’s weird when memories of places where you used to live turn into current experience. it’s throwing me off.

this isn’t home right now, but it’s nice to be back. thanks to my friends for coming all the way out to the airport. now, i gotta get used to dollars again.

i gotta get used to English again.