back...

back in NC. in the heat. except it's cooler than Paris. But in my own bed, with my newly-rediscovered non-winter clothes, and in a place that is completely familiar no matter how long I've been gone. That might have been the strangest part, having gotten used to so many new, unfamiliar sights and places, and coming back to a new place that is not at all new, it is familiar in the fullest sense of the word. I didn't want to leave Prague that last day, but I knew I would be glad I was home once I got here. And I am. But I will miss things. I miss the parks (even the one our project redesigned and even if it was left as it is, vast and flat and monotonous, but still a park), the public transportation (trams are fun, by the way), and the people (even if I couldn't understand them). I'll miss the history and the beauty, and the constant reminders that my life has followed in the footsteps of thousands if not millions or billions (depending on your perspective) before me. I don't have a top-ten list, but all those would make it. I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to go back.