Strangely unfamiliar

Pin It I recently ended my hiatus of technology and found myself with dozens of blog entries to catch up on. I’ll admit, it was nice to read over the various and sundry details of your lives before facing the daunting task which lay before me.

My next entry.

What should I blog about this time? Really, the possibilities were endless and I found myself feeling a tad behind the times. I really felt like saying quite a lot, however, each idea which came to mind was quickly pushed out of the way by another which demanded my immediate attention.

Ah, my dilemma.

As a result, Adventures & Misadventures of Daily Living may be a bit out of sync and order. I may go back and forward over the past week and the things I learned, or simply the experiences I had while shutting out the world of technology. What a glorious few days…yet, I must be honest.

I missed you.

I know; I’m a needy friend.

I decided to come home on Thursday morning because I had a few fiends who’d planned on coming up to stay with me for a few days. Unfortunately, they were unable to come. However, I still arrived home between 1 and 2 am on Thursday morning and went to sleep for the next seven hours. When I awoke I felt the immediate need to clean my car.

I have this friend who is adamant that her car remain clean, and I find that I agree with her. A clean car runs so much more smoothly and just feels better to be in. After a much-needed wash, a vacuuming took place, interior scrub, and washage of the windows. Needless to say, my car ran so much better!

(Brilliantly-clean car seen through equally striking front windows)

I went to meet said friend for lunch and, upon driving the streets to which I should be familiar, I felt strangely foreign. I was now looking at these roads with new eyes and noticing—for the first time in a long time—just how everything really looked. I had become used to Hurricane, Utah and the home I’d stayed in; my own little world felt out of the ordinary. I looked around and saw nothing but nameless people. Even buildings I’d seen thousands of times looked vastly unusual to me now.

Would this place ever feel like home again?

I arrived at Café Rio early. I discretely took an outside table, and began rifling through my thoughts, one-by-one. I would glance up occasionally, still to sights which seemed far too unfamiliar to me until the moment my friend arrived.

Suddenly, I was home again.