little oyster / abroad at home

My world seems to be shrinking more and more and I find that I am completely enthralled by it. I mean, it blows my mind to think back to the days when high school seemed like the craziest thing my parents had ever suggested (they still let you make popcorn and cranberry garlands and play with plastic dinosaurs in high school, right?), and I don't think I could even begin to comprehend college. Now it's all almost over. And I don't even "live" at "home" anymore. To be perfectly honest, I don't feel like I live anywhere. But not in a bad way.

After all my travels the world really has become my oyster. I can get anywhere I want if I decide to, and hopping on a plane seems like no big deal, a train the simplest thing ever. And missing the school bus? Ha. It's a weird feeling that's gonna take some getting used to, but so far I think I like it.

On that note, I've been trying to decide what to do with this blog now that I am no longer abroad and I think I don't want to give it up. I've been wondering lately why going abroad is so much more exciting than staying "here." In Spain, in Italy, I find that I can't keep my camera charged enough, but why only there? Hans has pointed out to me time and time again that it's equally, if not more important to get to know where you're from before anywhere else. So my question is why don't I know where I'm from? And why can't I find the same kind of beauty here in my "everyday?" Anyway, that's where I'm going to take this blog now.

I'm abroad at home.