6 Jan. Falling off Pedestals

I want to preface this, MOM!, with I love my family and my home. In fact I could write extensive odes to my family, friends and Green Bay but I won’t torture you with my decrees of love for Brett Favre.

That said my first weeks home sucked. Well not sucked so much as didn’t not suck. After torturous weeks of cultural adjustment in Argentina, I thought coming home would be like returning to the promise land. But instead I found myself routinely unimpressed by everything I had been craving for months.

The food felt stale in my mouth, the language brutally cut my eardrums and the winter just plain hurt. The sight of old friends and family brought tears to my eyes, yet soon after heart-touching reunions, the initial brilliance wore off, I found myself staring at still cherished but somewhat duller loved ones.

Absence makes the heart grow founder but returning slaps that heart and brain right back to reality. It is a harsh reality where I beginning to think I am the duller one not the food, winter or people that surround me.