The Return to Normalcy

When Micó told me that the month after she came home was one of the worst of her life it never actually occurred to me that she was serious.

I now am back to sharing a room with my 16 year old brother, which isn't too bad, but still sticks out as somewhat symbolic. I have returned to the constant scrutiny of my parents, a paralyzed job market, videogames, the worst team in major league baseball, the sweltering humidity that is characteristic of Chicago summers and crappy television.

I had almost forgotten how much my Dad loves Bud Light Lime and driving my Mom's red Prius or how the only question anybody around here really ever asks is "so what do YOU do for a living?"

Don't get me wrong, I love most of these things, but the return to normalcy has been a bit jarring. I miss Spain pretty much every day.