Tangled Thoughts

I’m Baaaaack

Christina

September 30, 2014

I’ve been home a week. Every year that I come home, there is one question that every single person I run into asks. It’s not planned (as far as I know) but it’s weird how there is always one question that everyone asks. This year? The question is “Was it hard to come back?” The answer? Yes. Yes it was hard to leave. It was hard to come back. And to answer the question of the one person who asked “Was it really? Really really hard?” Yes. It was hard. Times a few million. But it doesn’t change anything. I had to come back, I needed to come back, I am back. Welcome back, me.

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It’s officially fall here. Look:

See? Rain. And more rain. And build a boat because we got even more rain! 10 inches in 2 days. Or something around about like that. So yea, it’s been rainy. It’s been fall. I hate fall. Mainly because it means winter is coming. And while winter itself isn’t terrible (because it means spring is coming!!!) I hate fall. Because it means winter is coming, and summer is over, and I kind of love me some summer.

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I got my drivers permit before I left. And started driving when I got back home last week. I am slowly attempting to master all those complicated things: Intersections, red lights, corners, not taking out the curb every time I leave the post office – you know, the usual?

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Today was a really…weird day. Did anyone else experience this? Everyone I called/talked to/ran into – was in a seriously good mood. In that, every vender I called to order parts from, were extremely helpful and friendly. I got my tasks done in an hour flat, when normally it takes me about an hour per problem. This meant I had time to go to town and finish some writing.

When I got to the restaurant/wifi location, I was expecting some flax about staying too long etc. But the waiter was really nice (and even let me change tables a few times so I could get the right outlet). I’m not complaining, I’m just wondering – was it just here, or was it a worldwide “Be nice!” kind of day? And can we have these days more often?

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I don’t promise to be back with interesting stories. But I’m back. At least, I’m back in Alaska. Where it rains 10 inches in two days, where curbs jump out of nowhere, where random people are randomly nice, and the views are breathtaking – no matter how many times you see them.

Week 36: September 14 – 20

Christina

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September 27, 2014

14. Flying in Germany

15. Roses in Germany

16. The view – Germany

17. On the Road – Germany

18. Peacocks – Germany

19. The true view – Returning from Germany.

20. Singing frozen into the webcam.

Heading Home

Christina

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September 22, 2014

blue bells, poppy fields, orange picking, boat rides, sandy beaches

Greece, the park, bubble blowing, playing with the hose, puddle jumping

bath bombs, robots, books, flowers, markers, birthdays, cake, bees, cat sitting,

garden planting, getting sick, bike rides, forest trails, cafe Nero, bus rides,

strawberry picking, duck watching, lightning storms, peppa pig, curious George,

movie night, games, blue skies, green trees, bare feet, late nights, milk shakes,

London, shopping trips, pizza making, cookie baking, trampoline jumping, laughing,

curfew, free coffee, Germany, seasons, movies, solving the world’s problems, talking,

trains, car rides, the beach, castles, old churches, storms, Croydon, dreaming,

hoping, plotting, planning, wake up calls, monsters, spiders, red carpet, green couch,

ice cream, finding familiar faces in a crowd, wave jumping, foreign lands, crazy rides,

lazy afternoons, busy weekends, writing, reading, having someone to get angry with,

talking, learning, toy stores, making friends, meeting people, new experiences, joking,

late night skits in the kitchen, tunnels, cards, cars, ice cream, pizza, bubbles

These past few months have been nothing short of an adventure that went by way too fast. It sucks to say goodbye, no matter how short the time may be for, it always does. But five months later, with the boarder questioning my ‘visit’ I am heading back. Back to a world where cars drive on the ‘correct’ side of the road, where trains don’t exist, and people speak with an accent similar to my own.

Somewhere, deep down, I am nervous and excited. Sad and happy. Scared, yet curious. Heading home. After five months of being gone…

Good-bye England. Good-bye Europe.

Hello America.