well i'm back. slightly jet lagged and trying *not* to have a nap in the hopes that i can go to sleep at a decent hour and not feel like a complete zombie when i wake up at 6:30 tomorrow morning to go to work.
the trip was indescribable in many ways. i'm still trying to come to grips with how it felt to be home. events that may have seemed normal had i still been living at home became strangely magnified because of the short time i was able to consume pitchers of beer and drive slowly on straight roads. nevertheless it was awesome. i packed in as much as i possible could, but still didn't have enough time.
it's weird to be back in liverpool and completely alone - sam is in spain - after being surrounded by so much love and laughter over the past couple weeks. maybe i'm not quite as much of a loner as i thought ;)
in any case...i think the pictures illustrate it better than words at this point.
but thanks to everyone who put us up at their homes, shared their time and energy, and made that quote that val sent me ages ago ring true:
home is not where you live but where they understand you - christian morgenstern
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