4 cities. 2 countries. Not enough days.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Dumb. But I love it.

I just got home from our trip, home to find the house just as messy as I'd left it, and feeling like I'd hardly left it at all. The vacation-bubble burst the second I hit my gate to find two bills tucked in the door. Time to dive into the icy cold pool of reality...

We started in Tbilisi, from there we headed to Batumi, then we crossed into Turkey through Trabzon, and hopped a flight to Istanbul. I arrived in Tbilisi at 3am this morning, slept - wait - tried to sleep in the airport, and ended up lying there for four hours til the train started running and we could get into the city.

Just finished my take away xacapuri in a futile attempt to hang on. Laundry's on the line, and paperwork to be done. I'm exhausted, which never helps the emotional side of coming back to life here. It's strange, if it is so hard to come back, why do you? If it is so hard to come back, why do you want to stay longer?

Maybe I'm sadistic? No...definitely not that. It's because I do love it here, but going to the outside world makes me realize how much I'm giving up to be here. A lot of freedoms, a lot of luxuries, a lot of comforts...you realize again that the life you are leading really is a lot harder than most of your friends have it.

Normalcy is not something I ever thought I would crave.

But on a happier note, it was a wonderful trip. I'm typically a planner, but Matt insisted that we just go and see what happens. We did, and as predicted, it all worked out perfectly. There were too many highlights to do any of them justice here, but really, the vacation was great, and it was really hard to leave.

But all good things must come to an end (who ever said that was right, but still should be punched), and at least I have a full load of work to throw myself into. Normal day of clubs tomorrow, camp starts next week (why I planned a trip right before camp still boggles my mind...idiot...), and there is plenty to do. It's 9:30, I'm running on about 3 hours of sleep (generous estimate) and I think it is time for bed.