The Return

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Our year in Edinburgh ended on Thursday morning with the daunting task of carrying our eight bags the mile or so from our flat to the airport shuttle at 4:20 in the morning (local time, of course). Several in flight movies and nearly 24 hours later, we were going to sleep at my dad's house in Dallas. Funny how such dramatic changes in scenery tend to happen so very quickly. It's actually rather depressing to fly into DFW, with its lack of trees and ugly concrete and warehouses. But, it is good to be back in Texas, even if the morning low is 10 degrees higher than the afternoon high in Scotland. That's okay.

Now that all the excitement of first arriving has worn off, though, I find myself in this odd sort of limbo. For the first time that I can remember, I don't actually have an address. We're between apartments, between jobs - between lives, really. It is of course a welcome break, and it is nice to relax for a bit after spending weeks trying to wrap things up in Edinburgh and worrying about various travel arrangements. It is nice to have some peace. Nevertheless, it's always odd to end up in one of these in-between stages of life.

In any case, though, it's good to see folks. And it's good to eat barbecue and Mexican food. And Texas is really, really hot. That is all.