Home sweet home!

Trip Start Jun 19, 2008
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Trip End Sep 04, 2008


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Friday, September 5, 2008

I'm home! Home! HOME!

After 9 hours of sitting in the middle seat, I arrived in America!  I can eavesdrop now, order food like a perfectly functional person, and say hello to Benjamin.  Hartfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta is the biggest and busiest airport in the U.S.  When you get off the train that connects terminals to the baggage claim and transportation, you take a very long, steep escalator up to top, where your loved ones are waiting.  This is a routinely thing I do every 10 weeks when I fly home from college.  This time was extra special.  I ran up the escalator and was greeted by my parents- yay!  Everything looked so big and new and luxurious- our car, the 5-lane highway, my bedroom...  I guess my eyes have become accustomed to old, crumbling buildings and tiny fuel-efficient cars. 

I didn't spend too much time unpacking.  I pretty much pulled out my clothes and the few souvenirs I got.  My mom seemed rather- what's the word- disturbed by my clothes.  She asked me why I hadn't just bought new, pretty clothes along the way.  Heck, I could have bought and worn souvenir t-shirts.  I just shrugged.  Why didn't I?  They were kind of expensive, and I didn't really have the time.  I don't know.  It really is nice to walk into my closet and see piles of clothes.  I tried some on, hoping they would slink down on my body, but nope, I haven't dropped a single pound despite all the walking and sweating.  I took a shower in my own bathroom, and my gosh, I love it!  I think I am going to sleep naked tonight just because I can.

I show my mom pictures of people.  She was wondering, if I had made so many 2-day friends, how come none of them were in the pictures posted on the blog?  This is a legit question.  I intentionally refrained from posting pictures of other people, especially those I met transiently.  I just didn't feel right about posting their pictures on a blog that anybody could access.  This is the same reason I never posted people's full names, the hostels I am staying at, or the name of my college.  It's a privacy issue.  I do wish I had taken more pictures of the people I met though.  I rarely brought my camera with me at night because I have heard of too many girls losing their cameras on a drunk night out.  I actually have not lost anything significant on this trip (a chapstick, an eyeliner, and a laptop lock hardly count, do they?). I managed to get through 11 weeks without getting mugged, raped, or badly injured.  I feel so utterly accomplished. 

Another thing I'd like to address is the quality of my writing in the blog.  Obviously- and hopefully- the entries are not the greatest reflections of my writing skills.  They are kind of like the writing section of the SATs in the sense they were written under great time constraint.  As you can see, I updated daily while I was on the road, often exhausted from sightseeing all day.  But you know what?  I love this blog.  I am so happy I kept my commitment to it.  I could edit the entries, but they are better left the way they are: somewhat flawed but alive and in the moment. 

OK, I'm tired so I'm going to bed... but I will write some kind of closing entry to this blog.  Thank you so much for checking my blog!
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