This winter break has been the strangest two weeks of my life. When I travel home for break, it’s typically a 1800 mile stretch, so I’m used to not seeing my friends for months on end. The 4683 miles from London to Denver feels the same. The time I’ve spent at home has felt completely normal and I’m not sure how to feel about it. Break feels the same as if I had stepped off the plane from Orlando. I just had an incredible adventure in Europe. Two weeks ago I was in Dover, climbing the cliffs and watching the activity in the harbor. Today I’m shivering under two blankets on the couch watching movies with my family.
That’s not to say that I’m not changed by my experience or that the memories are fading fast. I’m simply upset that everything feels so normal. I had to quickly adjust to my life in London in order to create a new normal that was filled with extraordinary events and opportunity. Now that I’m back to a place I’ve lived for eighteen years, everything feels ordinary. I’m mad at myself for leading the same life as if London was an isolated incident. I’ve been waiting to go to the city for six years and even chose Rollins because they partnered with CAPA. I suppose my problem is that the experience is over. I’ve been looking forward to this for so long that, now that’s it’s done, I’m not sure what to do. All I know for sure is I need to find a way to get back to the big smoke.