I am back in Ithaca. It really hasn't felt like I've been away that long. I won't go so far as to say that it feels like I never left, but it's still odd. You know how sometimes you don't see a close friend for a really long time and you come back and you just pick up from where you left off, no questions, no apprehensions? It's sort of like that. Times 50.
London almost doesn't feel real. It still hasn't really sunken in that I lived in London for nearly four months. I don't really know if I saw that many shows, or functioned in a big city, or never got mugged. It's settling in but right now it's in this hazy place. I don't know how to feel about it.
I am, remarkably, still healthy. RIGHT when I got home I developed viral pink eye. That was my body saying "Kristin, if you don't slow the fuck down I'ma make your eyes juicy." It was unpleasant but it's gone now. The worst part of it was I got treated like a leper. Sad face.
The great traveling continues! I'm moving down to the Farm tonight, back to Sudbury on Thursday and then doing home-type things. Like getting a new computer. That's the big one. I'm so excited.
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