home again, home again, jiggity-jig

Hi.  I’m Home.  I am sitting up in the wee hours of the
morning, another victim of jet-lag.  I have so much stuff I have
to say about what happened while I was away, about what’s happening now
and about what’s going to happen.  I have no idea where to begin
or how to go about it, and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.  There
is no way I can catch up on more than half-a-year of my OD friends’
lives.  To top it off I have come home to a diary which has been
defaced, with entries and pictures missing.  Its like coming home
from vacation and finding your house vandalized.

In some ways it almost feels like I never left – my adventures already
seem unreal.  But, more than half-a-year have passed.  Life’s
gone on without me – routines established, rules changed.  I feel
almost like a guest, still feeling my way carefully through my
home.  I don’t want to barge into my family’s life, just assuming
they want things the way they were.

I am sure this displaced, off-kilter, not quite right feeling will pass
soon, and I’ll get down to the business of updating.  🙂