it's strange the sense of familiarity home brings. I arrived late tonight/this AM and everything about my childhood/adolescent/early adulthood house brings an odd sense of comfort.
Even the weather produces a similar effect. Contrasting it with the miserable slush and snow/rain puke I experienced in Ottawa (or maybe I was just miserable), I found the straightforward cold of -20 C rather... comforting too.
Also, check out my old classmate's new blog. If you meet him in person, his ego would seem as big as his shoe size which is probably 13-14, but he's a great writer, sort of a nice guy, and he's in Kampala right now on elective. Makes me miss the thrills and chills of travel, immersion and experiencing expat life.
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