BACK IN MY OWN HEAD

Today I really realized just how nice it feels to be rid of culture shock. The whole time I was in London between March and June, I was so scared and so upset all of the time. It was horrible. I was a gazillion miles from anything familiar, the one person I knew best was constantly being mean to me, and everything was just so difficult. I cried every single day.

Today I feel perfectly all right. I mean, sure, I'm worried about this thing or that thing, but for the most part I feel like I can handle it. Like everything is going to be just fine.

I slept for twelve hours last night, by the way. I was utterly exhausted.

Sorry to interrupt this train of thought, but the guy sitting next to me is listening to the new David Bowie album on his walkman, loudly enough that I can tell you he's listening to the new David Bowie. Er, that one that's a cover of a Pixies tune.

So I've found a synagogue I'm going to try out next weekend, and hopefully this one won't be racist and horrible.

I don't have anything interesting to say.

How is today different from all other days?

I ask you.