…being back in the US (and LA in particular), but then…isn’t it always? I have noticed that I don’t feel particularly ”at home” anywhere. Or rather I feel equally “at home” anywhere.
Arnaud and I said our goodbyes yesterday at Cancun, and each boarded our respective planes for home. After a few delays I got back last night. Being that this is the beginning of Semana Santa, it seems like the whole world is partying. My good friend George is here visiting from LA with his boyfriend Mark, and although they invited me to a big dance party last night, all I really wanted to do after the last two weeks was stay put for a night. Today is a different matter. I am apparently going to a pool party. Hm, that doesn’t sound all that holy now does it?
I am back in Indianapolis now. My parents picked me up at the airport and then we came back to the house they live in. I immediately launched into fixit mode (there were computer problems of course), and then we went for dinner at my brother’s house. As my family is wont to do, I got a lot of “what will you do now?” sorts of questions. This being my first day back, it is way too early to unpack all that I am, was or will be in the space of a few minutes. Stay tuned as I come to terms with family expectations as well as my own.
One of the surprising things to me was finding that I had deposited more stuff here than I previously thought. I was pretty sure that all I left was a box of letters and journals, and some (required by law) tax forms. I came back to find that there was also a small suitcase of clothes. Apparently I originally thought I would take them with me, then narrowed down the collection when confronted with the size of my bag. Lucky me, they are pretty nice. And after the beating that most of my stuff has taken over the last year, it will be nice to swap out for less tattered duds.