It always takes me a couple of days to find my footing again. After all of the travel, the adventure, the excitement, home seems… boring. Maybe not boring, but predictable. And I suppose that is the good thing about it.
I came home sick — fever, painful ears, cough. I was so jet-lagged after not sleeping for almost an entire week in Germany, and felt so awful when I came home, that I slept for an entire day and I am just now starting to feel like a normal person again. It was all disorienting and upsetting.
But here I am. Home. Warm, comfy, grounding. Just what the doctor ordered. I can get back to my routine of work and writing, although I have a feeling that writing about the Germany happenings will have to wait until it all settles around me and I can make sense of it. Although maybe writing about it will help. Who knows? It will just flow out of me one of these days.