Coming back from a trip I always find myself in an adjustment phase.

Where I am relearning my place. Trying to find my way again; hit my stride.

It’s the post trip hangover. So much more relentless and brutal than an alcoholic one.

The trip hangover reminds me : I am different now. Dropped back in my familiar world. But none of it feels me anymore.

Who am I? What am I doing here? Less than 48 hours ago I was watching the sunset on a Roman amphitheater and now I’m walking my neighborhood.

What?

It’ll never make sense to me, People.

I know I’ll always feel the clashing of these two worlds and two me’s. And it’s okay. We’re not meant to be one dimensional beings.