learnings

Baby powder is wonderful.

I'm better at standing in front of a class and talking with zero prep than I would have expected.

Reading is still fun.

Filipinas are all given little round touch-up mirrors on their 3rd birthday, and continue to use them well past burial.

It's not the quantity of food but the presence of rice that marks the boundary between "snack" and "meal".

Large spiders living behind your medical kit are not really a Big Deal.

There is a lot of concrete here.

break

After going away for a weekend, especially to an event as intense as frisbee tournament, coming home always requires a bit of a mental gear change. On the way out, you don't notice it-- you've been planning to leave for a while, have been preoccupied with preparations and excitement, and you leave and it's all new and happening. But on the way back, as you physically reenter your familiar every-day environment, your familiar every-day concerns and hopes and feelings fall into place around you as well.

I have to go to work tomorrow.

I get to see so and so again.

I'm running out of clean underwear.

These people look at me funny.

Usually these things hit you all at once, with a sort agglomerated BLAM, and the impact can be disorienting. But also interesting, because it's rare that your whole life is so summarily experienced, rare that you get such a bird's eye view of your existence.

Coming home yesterday was not elative nor distressing. I was happy to return to my daily routine and relax a bit in the familiarity, but some things are coming up that I'm not looking forward to. Overall though, it was a positive feeling, which I'll take as good sign. Even though I'm running out of clean underwear again.