I picked up my life right where I left it.
I went back to work today. With my old co-workers at my old job.
It was easier than I thought. Too easy.
When you aren't doing something, sometimes you forget how good you are at it.
Our CEO even commented that she was surprised at how easily I picked up where I had left off.
No stupid questions. I didn't forget how to do anything.
My manager said she wasn't surprised at all. She called me a rockstar.
Being home is amazing, and awful.
It reminds me how much of love home.
It was a perfect Pennsylvania spring day. The day that makes you believe winter is truly over,
but it is still cool and calm. Not the busy, frenzy of summer just yet. Just blissful.
It reminds me how much I'll be leaving behind when I go back to Africa. Or anywhere.
The heart is so strong and yet so weak. Able to withstand great change and brave vastly foreign circumstances, and then be broken at the drop of a beloved familiar hat.
What a confusing, devoted love.
I worked a full shift. It was great to be back.
In my element. With my co-workers. With our customers.
It made my heart happy, and sad.
I survived without relying too much on caffeine.
But at this point, I am barely awake.
And probably not making sense. [Not that I'm convinced I ever make sense, but I digress...]
I have the day off tomorrow. This means I can sleep in. And do laundry. And a million other things.
And, of course, blog.
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