Well I've been back in the United States since Sunday, January 27. I hardly had a chance to register that I didn't have to speak in over-simplified and -anunciated English before going back to work where I, ya know, do English for a living. My jetlag was so severe, each step felt like wading through mud, and voices were mere echos that made my eyelids turn to lead.
You see, this was jetlag upon jetlag: I was barely in Western Europe long enough to deal with the jetlag I suffered from a five-hour timechange before adding another seven hours to that. But now that I've been back for two official weeks, I don't think I can blame everything on jetlag anymore.
On that note, I realized today how strange it is that these words are so similar:
Yet so different.
So basically I'm homeless and my car broke down the week I left on my trip, which I tried not to stress over too much while I was away and also my hair is falling out and I might have parasites. But enough about me. What do YOU want to know about me?
No really: I have a lot of stories to write but I want to know what you want to know. What would you like to hear about the countries I visited or the experiences I had?
What do you want to read about?
Not like anything interesting happened in the last 110 days or anything.