I was excited to get home and to wear something different. But as I threw on my grey hoodie and some old pajama pants, I felt strange. It didn't feel right. I looked too different. I'd somehow gotten used to what I looked like wearing variations of the same six t-shirts, two pairs of shorts, and two pairs of trousers.
When I brushed me teeth the other day, I noticed all sorts of toiletries I'd left in the bathroom before I left. Neutrogena lotion, hair gels, anti-bacterial soaps. Did I need any of this stuff? I'd survived nearly a year living out of the same bag. Why did I need anything else? It's interesting to slowly transition back to the old ways with new attitudes.
Fuel prices are skyrocketing. Just as I need to make a 350 mile drive to LA tomorrow morning. Gas Bless America.