coming back to real life after this trip has been weird. i didn't return home. i returned to somewhere that is supposed to be my new home, something that is still very unfamiliar to me, but yet something that is still permanent. the day after we got back the movers came and unloaded all my boxes. so many boxes that it's proven to be a very difficult task to unpack because there's no space to unpack. my first weekend back sam was here, which was awesome, but we were not at home in dallas or at an aggie game. we were still in unfamiliar territory. came back to my new job on monday, got sick tuesday, and i can't just curl up in my bed and watch a movie because a) i haven't found my bedsheets yet and b) i haven't had room to unpack my tv. it's an interesting feeling, coming "home" to somewhere that isn't yet your home and has none of the comforts of home.
i knew this would be a part of the deal - missing home, missing friends, missing family, but it's weeks like this where i'm trying so hard to get comfortable in this new place and it's just not happening quickly where it hits me that this won't be home for a while. friends that have dealt with this years ago because you moved right out of college - congrats on getting through this part of the move. send me a little love and advice (and maybe ranch and gravy packets) to let me know i'll make it too. i'm looking forward to this new part of my life and i'm happy i'm here, but i'll always be a texas girl.
