Bang

Isn't it about time?

Before

After

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Jet lag, subzero temperatures and man-sized snowdrifts. Where am I? I wake in a strange bed in a house I used to call home, wondering why I hear the purr of central heating and the sound of little boys running around the house instead of the yellow finches that bedecked the tree outside my window in Japan. Kansas. What do you have in store for me? I feel small. Powerless. Overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. Maybe reality is slowly setting in. Maybe I'm on the brink of some meltdown. Or maybe I'm just tired. Yeah, a nap might help. Decompress, Suz. Let yourself adjust. Breathe. It'll be ok.

Happy New Year

This kind of sums it up, doesn't it? Here's for a New Year. It's about time.