Setting sail, coming home

Coming home was weird.

I’ve been on long flights before. Back and forth from Japan. To Vietnam. To Australia. This flight was as long as any flight I’ve taken. But it was different, somehow.

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Maybe it’s because, after being gone for half a year, I was finally coming home.

And coming home meant that the dream was over. I had dived at the Great Barrier Reef, hiked the temples of Vietnam, and jumped off a cliff in New Zealand. Heck, ever since November, I had been on the road, living out of a suitcase, not knowing where I’d be the next day. But the start of the new year brought the end of my journey.

So I was a little vulnerable on my flight back to Boston.

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I decided to distract myself with a movie. Unfortunately, I had turned on the most melodramatic, depressing drama film ever. In my sleep-deprived, emotionally sensitive state, it was a bad decision.

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So I looked pretty awful when I arrived in Boston.

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The weirdness continued when I disembarked the plane.  Suddenly, I couldn’t help but be struck by the things I’ve experienced for years.

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Then again, at that point, I was pretty delusional. I wasn’t able to sleep much on my flight home. My neurosis became clear after I boarded the subway to head to Northeastern.

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An hour later, I finally made it to campus. I arranged housing pretty late this semester, so I was living in a dorm with roommates I had never met before. They had no idea who I was or when I was coming.

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I had flown straight from Vietnam to Boston, so all I had was my suitcase. No towel, no bedsheets, no winter coat to protect me from the below-freezing temperatures outside. I dumped my hoodies onto my bare mattress, flopped down, and finally relaxed. 

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For a little bit.

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Sort of.

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I’ve been home for about a week, and everything’s begun to fall back into the routine. I’m just about over jet lag. My body has finally adjusted to the ridiculously cold Boston weather. I’ve started my co-op, my dad drove up and moved in the rest of my stuff, and I’ve even started cooking again. Everything is back to…

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Yes, the adventure is over. All I’m left with are the memories.

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And trust me, after these last two months, I’ve got a lot of them.

(Most of which consist of me jumping around.)

Coming soon…

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8 thoughts on “Setting sail, coming home

  1. Hi Vy !!

    First: I wish you a very awesome 2014, all the best of luck and anything else positive !

    So, back to normal already? I don’t think so… but it will within a few weeks.

    How are you dealing with your roomates? Are you “compatible” and go along well?

    Do not forget to make a stop every once in awhile to just relax.

    To help you with that, let me introduce you to LUCIUS: (please, do not embed)

    -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Pk_2dVPjms-

    ’til later

    RoBo

    • My roommates are great! They’re all so friendly and nice. It seems like I lucked out again– I’ve heard tons of roommate horror stories, but I have none to share.

      I’m a bit late, but happy 2014 to you too! I hope you have a spectacular year of adventure and success. 😀

      Haha, and relaxing is a skill I have to work on. I’ll get there, I’m sure! The song definitely helps– it’s so nice and chill. 🙂

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