The place does not feel foreign. The place feels like home. The place feels like I never left.
Actions seem foreign.
Why are people wearing shoes inside the house?
What are these big clunky things in my drink?
Why do we just throw trash away? Shouldn't we be rinsing and separating it all out?
Where's the potty-side trash can? Wait, I just put the paper in the potty and flush?
So far every meal has been a treat. Tonight I ate four different kinds of cheese on French bread. What decadence! One afternoon I ate cold guacamole with a fork. Marvelous.
Tomorrow I head to Hot Springs, what I consider my home town. I'll see Lake Ouachita and if it isn't too cold I'll climb down in it. I'll go to my high school 15 year reunion. I'll get a haircut. I'll hug old friends and sleep in a van. Then to Little Rock for more friends and chosen family.