Tomorrow is the two week mark since I re-touched ground in the Land of Heaven. Essentially, I have this to say:
I have the best life. And the best friends. Ever.
July 15th turned out to be infinitely more grand than I spent months imagining it would be. The second the plane wheels thudded on the LAX runway, there was no sign of a disappearing act for the nutty grin that had plastered itself on my face. I'm sure the airport maintenance lady thought I was completely off my rocker when I excitedly asked her where the nearest bathroom was and practically sprint-skipped in the direction she pointed. The next thing I knew, familiar chums were popping out from under towels in the back seats of Mrs. Olson's beast of a car chattering nonstop nonsense and before I could even catch my breath, old times slipped in as if I had never left.
I'm figuring out slowly that Spain wasn't just a figment of my oft unruly mental capacities after all, but I could swear I've been in America for at least months now so much has happened. Glorious Trifecta reunions. Rampageous elephants and magical 21's. BBQs with domestically advanced best friends I never would have guessed I'd have. Precious hours with the one person I love most in this world and soaking in the sheer joy that is seeing Grams. Delightfully delicious dinner parties and more food than my poor stomach knows what to do with. And finally, temporary release from twelve months of being strapped into an emotional roller coaster more dippy and loopy than any expert Magic Mountain engineer could dream up.
Oh, but it's so good to be back.
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I have the fuzzies.
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