I'm struck by how at home I feel, just being somewhere western, even though it's not yet New Jersey. It's a guilty sort of feeling to be so relaxed in a way I haven't in six months. I don't want to be provincial, but it's refreshing not being the only one with an American accent, or not being the only one without an Indian accent.
And it's fun to hear an Israeli accent, too. I feel so, so much less self-conscious than I have this past half-year.
It's also a sweet feeling to be back in Heathrow, having succeeded at my assignment, rather than still being in Heathrow just prior to the start of it, being optimistic, but necessarily wondering how it would go. Now, I know how it went.
What I'm Looking Forward To in Chronological Order
- Our house
- Pat's and my bed
- A long bath
- Breakfast at our favorite diner with the Sunday "New York Times"
- Mail review
- Shoprite and Batampte half-sour pickles
- Whole Foods and almond butter
- Our furniture
- Our neighbors
- Our family and friends
- Swimming at the YMHA
- Getting my ears checked - routine checkup
- A six-month teeth-cleaning at the dentist
- TV, DVDs, movies
This posting is not as spiritual as I imagined it could be when I thought I'd spend time, blogging while waiting for our connection. Instead, I'm reduced to fantasizing about creature-comforts, and thinking of immediate ones, too, e.g., changing the head on my electric toothbrush, and running it under the tap to rinse it, for the first time in six months. I'm signing off to brush my teeth.