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.