Home is good.
For me, “home” means all good things: being able to walk around barefoot, having the “right” kinds of food in the fridge, late-night conversations with old friends, driving, soft toilet paper, single-faucet sinks, love-cooked meals, and lots and lots of hugs.
I made it back home on Wednesday, after having traveled since Monday afternoon. A day in Edinburgh with Sandy and another in New York with Nandi (thanks again to both you two) was the perfect rounding out of a semester that was just what I needed at just the right time.
Within the world of study abroad, the phrase reverse culture shock gets floated around these days: apparently, some kids go to other countries and just kind of fit there. Whether it’s the driving on the other side of the road, or food, or a different pace of life, semesters abroad have the ability to grab people, and never let them go.
Those of you who know me well, I imagine, know that “letting go” is something I’m seemingly – sometimes awkwardly – able to do. I seldom form attachments to places, and even have little trouble going from no-distance to long-distance friends.
If I’m being charitable, I tell myself that to Buddhists, detachment is a positive thing, and in fact, attachments are blinding. If I’m being overly critical, I wonder if I’m an old grinch, pre-Cindy-Lou-Who style.
What I’m hoping, and beginning to feel, is that what’s really going on is quite different. I still email friends I made leading music at a worship retreat sophomore year in high school. I’ve talked within the last year to an elementary school friend who moved to Arizona in 4th grade. Hardly a Grinch or Buddha move. I do attach to people, so much so that I know leaving and letting go don’t have to go together. So those of you I have met and shared time and conversation with this semester better watch out for a “remember me?” email when you least expect it. I can be pretty hard to shake off.
Over and out from Scotland,
I have been lax in putting up pictures since Easter Break. Here are a few:
— From my American Cookout on East Sands —
Amelia & Georgie
Kirsti & flatmate James
— Butler Skye Trip —
Mark-Avery-Henry, after out miserable midnight hike (don’t ask)
— Pier Jumping —
Chris and Jerome, mid-jump
Mark and Jerome, post-jump
— A few extras —
Mark and Lindsay from NC, “studying” on the beach
Pool Shark Sandy, carefully eyed by Max
What Sandy almost wore to his i-banking interview.
Poker at Sandy’s (yes, I lost again)
Jerome-Mark at Aikman’s
Mark. Kilt. Funny-looking socks.