The last week was a mixture of pleasant alone time, and then socializing with family and friends. Someone asked me how long I'd been home, I said about a month, then realized it was just over a week. My concept of time is slightly skewed but its regaining balance slowly.
Earlier this week I had a long talk with a couple people, learned some new things and laughed a lot.
I've watched a million hours of Doc Martin, Luther, and Freaks and Geeks.
Occasionally I bake a couple dozen chocolate chip cookies when I'm really bored.
Last night I read a good book and had a good cry.
Sometimes I still feel like I went manic for 6 months, dreamed up China, became lucid, and am just now coming home.
Basically...I'm adjusting. I'm picking up the pieces between my divided worlds and stitching it back together.
Also I have this weird feeling of connection to any Asian person I see now, like they know I was in China, and they would want to talk to me. Gets more awkward if I discover they're American born.
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