InnerTeub

Even when home is appx a million degrees below zero

So, anyway, I’m here in Minnesota. The motherland. The land of hot dishes and Lutherans.  A couple of things:

1) It snowed for 17 hours of my 20 hour drive, which, well, sucked. Hugely. Welcome back home, indeed

2)  I have been in such a massively huge state of denial about leaving that when my good friend asked if I wanted a going away party, I honestly replied “Why?” I figured it out (eventually), and we did have that party, and it was awesome, but it made leaving that much harder. We have such good friends in D.C., and it really hit me: I like them. I like it there. And now we’re… leaving. And that, frankly, in the harsh glare of the post-party hangover, that seemed insane.  Luckily, I had 20 hours in a car to work through the other stages of grief (I may have paused for a while on “Anger” and there were at least two ugly cries in there) and now that I’m home – erm, “at my parent’s house” — and not mainlining Red Bull in a car cruising through the always scenic Indiana toll road, things are seeming like they will, eventually, be Ok. Better than Ok, actually. Things will be Good.

So, I’m back home again. But after a few weeks of bouncing around on borrowed couches and guest bedrooms – which I am VERY grateful I had access to, btw — it feels wonderful to be here, regardless of the fact that it’s not my most recent incarnation of home. If you need me, I’ll be eating some hot dish and dodging Lutherans!