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.