I’ve got so much to catch up on, but I promise I’ll deliver it all….in due time (which may or may not take all summer, but hey! plenty of material spread out for your reading pleasure).
It’s been a little under two weeks, and it still doesn’t seem real sometimes.
Jake and I returned from our dream-like final vacation to southern Italy/Istanbul/Berlin with a day and a half in Logroño to cram a whole lot of loose-ends-tying into, but it all worked. We managed to close bank accounts, empty/clean apartments, pay final bills, pick up last pay-checks, furiously pack our suitcases, consume kebab/ pinchos/bread/olive oil/wine/etc. at every opportunity and do all our last minute shopping, with the most positive attitudes we could muster despite the ominous threat of our incoming departure. After a perfectly perfect final night out with friends (pictures to come soon) stuffing our face with every pincho in sight and acting like tourists in our adopted city of 9 months, a royal send-off from a half dozen friends at the bsu station and admittedly, many tears, we caught our bus to Madrid, our plane to Washington D.C./Houston/Omaha and then finally, home.
Though there have been some surreal moments (small realizations like that the people around me were, in fact, speaking English; driving my car for the first time in nearly a year; feeling incredulous/blessed just doing normal, mundane things with my family who I haven’t been around for forever; walking around Target marveling at the sheer amount of STUFF around me and just feeling a little bit out of place…) I haven’t really felt culture shock. I’ve felt a lot of culture/country withdrawal, but we’ll save that for another post.
After enjoying a lot of long-overdue family time, a wonderful wedding of one of my oldest/dearest friends, and general getting-used-to-things-again moments I have finally returned to reality. A few minor details on my to-do list of late? Finding a job (priorty #1) and planning a wedding!
This doesn’t mean that Jake and I aren’t already planning our return trip to Spain and travels beyond, because we are. But right now, it’s back to “the good life” in Nebraska (which while I debate the relativity of the phrase depending on how long its been since I’ve traveled and how antsy-to-get-out-and-see-things I’m feeling at the moment, is still very good). And most of all, it’s back to my family and friends who I’ve missed to pieces while I’ve been gone. I promise I’ll elaborate on our last few trips, more Spain musings and how I feel to be back, soon, but between bouncing back and forth between Lincoln and my parents house in Leigh (sans internet, yeah, you heard me) and job searching, I’m a bit on the crazed side. I’ll update soon, though, and all of it eventually… pinky swear.
Now for some making up of lost time.