Home.

When you're away from home for two weeks, you return to what seems like an altered state of reality. Everyone you left behind went on doing whatever they did before you left. They washed dishes, had conversations, sang along to the radio, went on walks.... And I am back in California stepping right back into a life I left a year ago without missing a beat. It seems like I never left. And then I return home, wash the warm ocean air from my hair and take off the make-up I painted on before I left San Diego, and I feel odd. Uncomfortable. Unsettled and uneasy in my own home. I wonder what it is, this strange adjustment to a life I, oftentimes, don't feel connected to.