chasing cars...

Okay so the word is out...I'm home.

I came home a bit early because of the sick thing, and also because of the discouraged spirit thing. I was starting to get so sick of Ghana I was beginning to forget why I loved it there, and I also knew that if I was sick of it when I left, I wouldn't hold onto the good things when I was home.
Now that I am home, its not so weird or hard. I'm not disgusted with western life. I feel...I feel normal. Like nothing changed. Except I live in Minneapolis, and all of my friends are at college.
It scares me a little, but it also makes me think that maybe, the changes that happened to me, are so a part of who I am, that its not some major reaction to a change in lifestyle. They just slide right in and apply themselves.
I hope thats it. I really hope thats it.
I am sick of this whole moving thing. Unpacking and repacking and not really feeling like you're at home. I feel weird cooking. And the channels on the tv are all f-ed so I have no idea how to watch Food Network.
I did get a chance to catch up on Grey's, which kept me busy for God knows how many hours. Also made me really happy, and lonely. I wish I could date a hot neuro surgeon.
Haha, like they actually exist in the world outside Seattle Grace Hospital.
I missed food. I didn't think I missed food the first couple days, but now I realize that I really missed food. Ice cream especially. And soup. Sushi too. Olives. Coffee...all of it.
I miss my friends from Ghana, but I don't really even feel like I was even there. Like the past 6 months of my life didn't exist. I'm getting scared I'm going through some creepy psychological deal, and I can't acknowledge it because I don't even know its happening.
I don't have a reference point.