Distortion

I'm back from my travels; 15 days, 41 hours on a bus, a 6 hour flight,3 states, and more hours driving then I care to count, later.... I'm home. Of course after over two weeks of being gone, I had to check facebook before it exploded ha-ha - after such a long time,things do pile up! The main source of notifications were picture tagging because, obviously, a lot of pictures were taken during my adventures. Fun times, for the most part, but as I look through the pictures I find myself increasingly horrified at the way I look in pictures. Now they say that pictures distort, and it's at times like this I sincerely hope so. But what is more disturbing than a distorted veiw of yourself in photo, is the feeling of distortion upon returning home from being away so long, and after intense emotional and physical strain, coming back to normal life. Disorented. Exausted. Overwhelmed by emotion, by pictures, by images and memories in your mind, by all that you're coming back to, by all that is now part of you because of your experiances while you were gone, by this new side of you that no one back home can truly understand. That you aren't sure you truly understand. And there's no time to figure it out.Life back home has went on in the same way, while you're swimming in a sea of experiances, some you can't explain, and none that people here can understand, because they weren't there. Life went on the same here, and it's shoving it's wet nose in your face expecting you to be the same, but you're not. Your clothes smell different, your eyes are deeper, your face drawn from travel, your body changed from all the different foods and routines since you've been gone. Life back home bawks at you, it's senses in shock as it realizes your changed, but like any faithful hound it wants to be your friend still and rushes back at you like nothing has changed. But it has. Life back home forces you to embrace it, it propells you back into your old life, but you'll never be the same. You love everything about home, you love Life back home, but you look at the pictures, you look at yourself, and you feel distorted. When something is distorted, it's changed. The shape shifts, things become blurred, they don't always make sense, and sometimes they never really fit back into the place they where. So today, I came back to Life back home, and like any faithful hound it pressed it's wet nose in my face.