We landed on Saturday morning and spent the rest of the day trying to be functioning humans after an overnight flight. It’s not as easy as it sounds. I waded through piles of dirty laundry and emptied all our bags. Josh went to the grocery store for pizza and bananas.
Coming home is both wonderful and miserable.
I treasure being back in a place where I can drink as much as I want of the (FREEE FREE FREE) tap water. I missed the land of hovering waiters refilling my water cup all the time. My insides are readjusting to my normal diet. No alpaca, no guinea pig, no white bread, less avocados, etc.
Easing back into work today was alright. But I’d rather be planning the day’s activities and routing it out on google maps.
It’s nice, I guess, to pick clothes out of my closet instead of my suitcase, but that doesn’t really bother me. I do enjoy tossing dirties into a laundry basket instead of rearranging them in my backpack.
I miss waking up in a bunk bed in a room full of my siblings at 5am to hike. Maybe Josh and I should look into some bunk beds for visitors and the overall hostel aesthetic?
Back here there’s an ease of pretty much every little thing from paying for purchases to asking for directions to not smothering my self in bug spray and sunscreen. It’s missing the thrill of waking up in a weird place to do and see new things. While unexpected things happen no matter where you are, it’s unlikely I’ll end up riding a horse today like we did last Thursday.
It’s good to be back. Now begins the process of wading through the hours of video footage and all the photos. I need another week off to get it done.