Where am I?

When we last left off, I was rushing to get packed and leave for the airport when I had to find where Charlie was in my tiny one-bedroom apartment. Well, now I’m back from a three-week trip to the U.S. and I’m trying to figure out where I am!

Over the past three weeks, I have slept in three different time zones, in three different beds, a futon, a couch and an inflatable mattress. I have spoken two different languages, been in four different cities and eaten at probably 20 different restaurants. I have taken six different flights on two different airlines.

I am a little discombobulated.

Last night I got home from work exhausted. I powered through until around 9:00 and then passed out for the night. I woke up in a panic around midnight. I had NO IDEA where I was. I looked around to try to get my bearings. I saw Charlie, but thought he was my friend’s cat Miles. I felt my mattress to see if it was real. I finally realized where I was because of my nightstand. I was home. Back in my apartment. Back in my bed.

I have lots to blog about over the next few weeks, but have some patience as I get back into the rhythm of life in Santiago.

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12 thoughts on “Where am I?

  1. I’ve had that same experience. After a visit here, fell asleep in my NY apartment with the TV going and the lights still on. Woke up a few hours later and didn’t even recognize my own bedroom!

    My only other comment is, “Only 20 restaurants in 3 weeks?”! Can you tell that I don’t cook much?

    Welcome home, Abby.

    • I actually just really counted, and it was only 14, not 20. But I was on a budget! And we cooked a lot of my favorite meals as well. And thanks, it’s good to be back!

  2. I’ve had that same experience. After a visit here, fell asleep in my NY apartment with the TV going and the lights still on. Woke up a few hours later and didn’t even recognize my own bedroom!

    My only other comment is, “Only 20 restaurants in 3 weeks?”! Can you tell that I don’t cook much?

    Welcome home, Abby.

    • I actually just really counted, and it was only 14, not 20. But I was on a budget! And we cooked a lot of my favorite meals as well. And thanks, it’s good to be back!

  3. welcome back abbicita! The whole travel thing is terribly discombobulating and it wounds like quite a trip. Can´t wait to hear more about it when you rejoin the ranks of the combobulated, or the undiscombobulated, or whoever we are!

    • Haha I like that…the combobulated. I would like to join the ranks soon, though I am now battling a chest cold. Fun fun. But yes, let’s get together soon, it’s been too long!

  4. welcome back abbicita! The whole travel thing is terribly discombobulating and it wounds like quite a trip. Can´t wait to hear more about it when you rejoin the ranks of the combobulated, or the undiscombobulated, or whoever we are!

    • Haha I like that…the combobulated. I would like to join the ranks soon, though I am now battling a chest cold. Fun fun. But yes, let’s get together soon, it’s been too long!

  5. Awww bless. I hate that feeling when you wake up in a state of complete confusion. It’s really not nice, is it? Hope you catch up on your sleep and settle back in okie.

    • Thanks! I think I’m on my way…it’s hard when I think that it’s five hours earlier than it actually is, but I’m starting to win the battle against the jet-lag.

  6. Awww bless. I hate that feeling when you wake up in a state of complete confusion. It’s really not nice, is it? Hope you catch up on your sleep and settle back in okie.

    • Thanks! I think I’m on my way…it’s hard when I think that it’s five hours earlier than it actually is, but I’m starting to win the battle against the jet-lag.

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