Strange. Very strange. I just wrote this post when my browser collapsed, and now I have to re-write it.
Two weeks to go. Two weeks of teaching and living in England left for us. Yet I am completely convinced that this is my home. I know I have a home to go back to in Portland, but sensing that return is suddenly feeling quite strange.
I miss many things back home. I miss our beautiful bungalow home. I miss my music collection and my comfy couch. I miss my quiet street and my backyard. I miss friends and family. But at the same time, the shell I have been living in for the past year fits just fine. Like a hermit crab this home, this life, has adjusted to me and I am sitting satisfied. But the shell is soon to no longer be mine, and I will return to the one I left behind a year ago.
When it ends here it will be abrupt. We move out of this home in less than two weeks, then travel for two more before heading home on July 31st. We are packing our bags, shipping boxes home, and sorting goods such as clothes, games, toys, magazines, and books to give away to our friends over here. It took us four weeks to prep our home in Portland for our departure, but here we are only taking about two weeks to do the same. We brought little over to England and will return with the same weight, though the contents will be different. We also will come home with a change within ourselves. I am not totally sure what it will look like to our friends, family, and work associates, but we are different.