post DC depression

I have been home for two days.

And I am struggling.

Kim (our program manager) did warn the team of the re-entry shock that we would experience once we were back in the country. But no one mentioned how bad it would be (or maybe they did. oops.) I am happy to be home - but that part of myself has not shown it yet. The change that I went through was enormous. The things that entertained me before I left entertain me no longer. Though I feel the urges to still go back to the old routine, I know that that was a part of my old life. It is time to start with my new one. The center of myself is still the same, hopefully stronger - but the Washington DC trip has left me affected.It is time to re-evaluate, and the responsibility of being a more active citizen of this country is storming inside of me.

Sitting in theory class today, I had a strange sensation of familiarity - going back to learning about Bach. I was so used to being out of my comfort zone, and now I am back in. But on a positive note, it has learnt me eager to learn more about what I am studying. I have been refreshed, and I am eager to jump back into work.

But my heart longs back to be in America, with the other 14.

"This is not the end, only the beginning" - they said.

And how true it is.

The song that perfectly describes the last few days is No Harm by Boxer Rebellion.