I have been informed that jet-lag is supposed to be easier on the way home. This is a cruel lie and all who uphold it should die slow and painful deaths! I thought I had overcome the beast with one good night's sleep, but alas I awoke this morning ready to face the day only to realize that it was 4am and no amount of counting the non-existant dots on the ceiling could remedy the situation.
In some ways it's good to be back, and not so in others. It's good to have a familiar bed (one that has no direct ties to the concrete family) and seeing friends again is nice. But I am finding it difficult to adjust to the NA lifestyle again (and I was only gone a month). After traipsing about China with naught but a single backpack it's hard to ease back into a life filled with cars that need to be fueled, houses that need to be filled with junk, and lattes that need to be expertly slung. Some days a random house fire looks pretty good...