Tourist

When I got to the Chicago airport with Hannah Cooper, it was a strange feeling. We weren't quite ready to be back, and yet we were. I just wasn't sure how to feel, really. Walking to the baggage claim, we were awed by the huge Christmas decoration displays. We took pictures in the concourse (is that the right name for this hallway?) and laughed at all the people in coats. Mind you, the cold of the North is not a laughing matter, as I have been aware of the past several days, but people DO look funny.
Here I am, Saturday night, warming myself by the fire as we cook dinner. The cold is no laughing matter, as I said.

The staring feeling did not wear off. I do a lot of looking around, marveling at everything. I imagine taking my friend Roberto or one of my family members home and showing them all of this. I take a lot of pictures to document my re-entry. I feel restless and can't concentrate on one thing at a time. I hung up my hammock in the basement yesterday and enjoyed a little bit of "home." The adjustment will come. Until then, I'm working on my independent linguistics study and cleaning my room. Oh, and taking advantage of constant internet. :)