No Place Like Home
I've been home for a few weeks, and it has been nothing short of fantastic! Relaxing by the pool, sleeping in my big comfy bed, sitting with my puppies, laughing with my brothers and sister, having a cold beer with dad... and of course eating mom's cooking. Life is good. Very good. Even working is enjoyable, and I'm looking forward to my new classes, new group of U101 students, and everything about being back on campus... except actual schoolwork. The catch, though, is that being home sort of feels like an alternate reality. I once mentioned in another post that living in Australia felt like a separate life from my life at home and my life at USC. When I first arrived back in the States this June, as thrilled as I was to be home, I also had a feeling I was supposed to be getting back on a plane a few days later and flying straight across the Pacific back to Brisbane. Now, however, I'm getting close to coming to...