Home.

Its official…I am home. And as I think about that, actually being home, I have the song that goes, “back to life, back to reality…” stuck in my head. And I think really? Am I really home? Really back to reality? Well, I am definitely home. Reality, not so sure yet, but I’ll absolutely let you know when that one gets me. After 100 days I am finally back in the United States of America. Back to delicious boca burgers and string cheese, back to drinking tap water with ice cubes, back to toilets that are not holes in the ground that are also wonderfully supplied with toilet paper, back to a mellow 70 degrees every day, back to speaking English where everyone understands it- well most people, back to normal bowel movements (thank you God), back to searching “Tiananmen Square” on Yahoo and having more than three hits about the massacre pop up (freedoms are nice), back to good old George W. and Brittany and Angelina and so on, and most importantly back to my friends and family who I haven’t seen in far too long. It is good to be home. But as great as it is to have boca burgers fully stocked in the freezer at all times I simply can not forget that life is continuing on in the rest of the world and that it is frequently not so pretty. Because of this I will constantly be reminded of all of the people I have met and places I have seen while traveling around the world. I am determined more than ever to do something about something. I am not sure quite yet what that something is, but I do know that it will be good. It will be really good. It will help someone, somewhere. And as long as I can do that I will have begun to accomplish my mission. So…it’s officially time to take Gandhi’s wise words into consideration and be the change that you wish to see in the world. Thanks Gandhi.