I'm back in portland. I have no address. My phone is not working right now. My car doesn't work. So please don't worry if i don't get in touch right away. I'm alive and well.
My first feeling of reverse culture shock was in the airport when I realized I could overhear and understand people's conversations.
People say some dumb shit, right? I can't believe the brain-numbing things people talk about. Makes me wish I didn't understand again- and get back to what I was thinking about.
3 comments:
no address?
it sound like your travel still goes on.
don't you have the travel blues?
woo
No time for any kind of blues, Woo. Too much to do!
hi howell. welcome back!
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