I'm feeling blue, and since I don't have any friends I thought I'd subjugate you all to my story.
I won't go into great detail, but it has been well over a decade that I've stepped foot onto American soil, each one of those years a grueling passage of time that kept me awake at night dreaming of the day. So I'm pleased to say that I came back to Europe the 24th after spending a little over three weeks at home, in Georgia.
I think I built up the first day in my mind, as I expected a more physical sort of emotion than what I had as I stepped out into the warm Georgia night from the airport. Instead of succumbing to tears of joy, I just felt "at home". For the first time in as many years as I've been away, I've felt like I belonged once more.
It was a great time, and I hope to come back many more times until I finally make the move back sometime within a year / year and a half.
If you knew me, you'd realize the sheer magnitude of me being back state side. I just can't get over I spent my days eating Huddle House, drinking Root Beer and browsing Wal-Mart again.
I returned to my old haunts, and realized that while there were many things that had remained the same,
much has changed. While I recognized a lot of my adopted home town in Georgia, it has grown so much that some places were almost foreign to me. Now this isn't a bad thing, I was surprised at the sheer choice we now had in regards to shopping and dining. But a part of me missed the "old" town, the town I left.
I left in the early 2000's, so my memories are of a time when only the important folks had a cellphone. When AOL dialup was still a thing, and WinCE devices were still being sold. So it was a bit of a shock to see how far things have progressed.
Now I'm back here though. Feeling like a foreigner again in a place I've lived for so long. I don't know what it is, but I just can't seem to get the knack of European life. Not to knock it, I've met some great people and seen some fantastic places. If you're born here, you're lucky in many aspects. However, I wasn't. And sitting in a Waffle House at 2AM drinking sweet tea is more me than personally viewing the wonderful pieces from Mr. Munch.