I had my first bowl of pho in three whole months within half an hour of landing at John Wayne Airport. There's no place quite like Home.
I picked guavas with my Dad; went shopping with my Mom; spent quality time with my brother; saw my little sister from another mister; read poetry aloud; had a jam session; visited Grandpa; played Rock Band; camped out for Black Friday (and got McDonald's breakfast); had a sleepover; reorganized my bookshelf (now the American authors and European authors each have their own section); had a hyper-crazy spell; bought a microphone; karaoke'd my heart out; bought more books; saw my roomie from UCDC; slept in my own bed; visited UCI; and caught up with girl talk before I flew out. All in all, a good trip home. Two and a half weeks until I fly back again.
On this particular trip, I felt the Difference for the first time. It happened when I saw a girl wearing a scarf in the middle of 72 degree weather. Then I remembered how scarves are more fashion than function in California's "winter." I laughed at how I used to indulge in the same practice. I proceeded to think about how I might have changed since the last time I was Home.
Emily Dickinson once wrote,
Heavenly hurt it gives us -
We can find no scar -
But internal difference -
Where the Meanings are.
Within coming back home lay a lesson that there are some things that will never change - in the good way - and people who will always remind you of who you are. In lieu of the season, I'm thankful for both.
I enjoyed your photos. My favorite is the last one.
ReplyDeleteIt's unbelievable that someone can do SO MUCH in such a short period of time. Congrats! I'm reporting this to Guinness.