Aside from less-than-mundane matters like getting the basement dried out, hiring a plumber to replace the leaky valve, and waiting around for carpet people to get back to me so I can have the carpet and padding replaced – life has pretty much returned to normal. I now remember that I have to make the bed in the morning (funny how three weeks’ worth of hotel maid service can make that little chore go right out of your head). I’m back in the groove of planning meals and grocery shopping (although it took a few days for me to adjust to the fact that I no longer had to obtain ice for the cooler every day). The car has not yet been washed but it’s scheduled to go in for its 70,000 mile checkup Thursday. The vegetable garden is producing, albeit slowly. I had three audition appointments within the first week of my return. I went to a friend’s birthday party last night, reconnected with my circle of friends and had a good time.
And yet – I still feel disoriented and a bit wistful. I had three weeks of vacation but selfishly, I wanted more. Not a lot more, but just a few extra days in Oregon and Wyoming would have been swell. I think I’ve fallen in love with both those states (although I realize, like a summer romance, things might not look so rosy in colder weather). Part of me is still traveling across the country with John – just the two of us, alone in our trusty Honda CRV, driving across America.