A Week Home

I haven't been feeling particularly creative or wordy this week. Between the jet lag and the zombie like state I've been in, it didn't feel appropriate to put into words the feeling of being home. I'm starting to feel human again and now's a good time as any to try.

Spending the first TWELVE hours back stateside in the San Francisco Airport was less than ideal. Of course we had the opportunity to go out and explore our default favorite city in California (Meaning this is the only city in California we've ever seen...by air). But... we didn't. The FOURTEEN hour flight from Auckland and the overall depression of the adventure coming to a close had creeped into our brains. I'd accepted the fact that we were back in the USA, and I know LP will agree with me when I say, we were not at all happy about it. So we sat our asses down in that airport and couldn't believe our horrible luck....we were almost home.

Did we even leave? Is 6 weeks gone? Was the whole experience one long, wonderful dream? Were all the things we saw, were all the people we met...even real?

A resounding 'YES!' filled my ears.

But sitting in that airport, miles and miles away from Middle Earth was like the rainy day after a whirlwind romance comes to a end and you can't function.

I turned to food to fill that rainy void (and 12 hour boredom), more specifically I turned to Reese's Pieces, even more specifically... I turned to 4 bags of Reese's Pieces. And a few bags of Doritos. No, it didn't help and right now I would like to formally apologize to my body for the hideous display of no self control.

It's officially one week later and I'm back in the Bluegrass and I'm having mixed feelings. Now that it's over, I don't really know what to do with myself other than to dive right in to what I was doing before I left...internships, waitressing, social media things--baby sitting... I'm really doing what every college graduate does with the college degree at one point in their life and that is to do exactly nothing with it. I promise I will, just not yet.

The real, big, elephant-in-the-room question is yet to be answered,
          'Katie, now that you're home, what the fuck are you going to do now?'

Okay, I can try to answer that in 5 'Uhs', 'Huhs' and 'Wells' or less. Here it goes...
Well (1), you see that uh(2), now that I'm home, I uh(3)...huh(4).....well(5), I live with my parents. 

The truth is.... the truth is.... the TRUTH is is that I have absolutely no idea.

I can do anything. I can move to California. I can move to NYC. And now, after this adventure, applying for a working holiday visa and heading strait back to New Zealand is a very SERIOUS contender. Because why not?

In the very telling end scene of Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows, (how many times have we established over the course of our relationship that I am a nerd?) Watson types the words:

The End. 

The very last shot, it changes.

The End?

It's not at all, y'all.