Coming Home!

Flying Home

Twenty three hours in the air.

After three movies (Star Trek, Wolverine, and Monsters vs. Aliens), two delicious Korean meals, one full iPod battery, 10 games of chess against the computer, two sleeping pills, and one complete book later — I was walking off the plane only 10 minutes from my house in Lexington, Kentucky, tired but mostly sane. Mostly.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. Sure, I was only gone a little over five months this trip, but every time I come back I am just a little bit more nervous than the last time. My body, a jetlagged piece of meat, had been carried back to the U.S., but my heart and consciousness were still somewhere in Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand…

All those worries and reservations soon dissolved as I was greeted by my smiling family in the airport.

Luckily, I came in during the afternoon on a sunny, beautiful fall day. The first thing I noticed was how different the air smells here at home than in Asia.

My eyes were already itching with good ol’ Kentucky allergies, and when I dropped my 15-kilogram rucksack in the back of the car, I knew that tomorrow I wouldn’t have to get up and pack it or strap it on. A strange feeling, but welcomed.

I was home.

My second day here I ate pad thai (yes, I even eat noodles in the U.S.), and paid $8.00 for it.

Yep, I’m home!

I haven’t written in an extended amount of time…not even one of my usual “Still Alive” posts. I could say that I have been incredibly busy (which is true) with family, social catchups, selling what is left of my possessions, and working to save money for Colombia, but the truth is that I just didn’t really know what to write.

So many feelings, thoughts, memories, and plans are tearing my brain apart — and I just haven’t had enough time to compress it all into words properly. So much for any writing ability!

I can say that this homecoming has been a far softer landing than ones in the past, mostly because I have reconnected with old pre-vagabonding friends that have kept my head in the clouds. Also, already holding a ticket to a brand new continent and knowing how much I have to accomplish before then has kept my head spinning.

I leave in three weeks for Colombia, a once-semi-dangerous country where I cannot speak the language, know very little about, and have no plan or budget for whatsoever.

This should be interesting.  🙂

I’m slowly but surely going back and adding photos to my old posts on here now that I have the bandwidth to upload 2,000+ photos. In the meantime, if you would like to see photos from my recent trip to Indonesia, Malaysia, East Timor, Singapore, and Thailand, check out my adventure albums.

Sorry for being MIA the last 20 days, I’m still alive, and you guessed it…

Life is good!

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3 Responses to “Coming Home!”



  1. Glad you arrived safely, can’t wait to hear about Columbia!

  2. Nice. Sign up for some Spanish classes in Colombia then! We did 5 days once we got to Ecuador and then winged it the rest of the 3 months 😛

  3. I envy you if you are actually able to learn a new language. Every day immigrants to North America face the necessity of learning English, but us English speakers often pursue language only as a pleasant diversion. We’re hard pressed to find anywhere in the world where the broken English spoken isn’t better than our own lukewarm efforts to speak the native language. Not surprisingly, with this outlook I was never able to get myself to take the time to get fluent with a new language, though I took a number of courses and though in addition learning another language has been an off and on part of my “bucket list”. Funny how one can spend so much time rushing to do inconsequential things while the things that are truly meaningful in hindsight get put aside. Go Learn that language.

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