Where does the time go?

So, here I am back in America, in the Green Mountains of Vermont. I've been back for exactly 2 weeks, and how remarkable it it for me to think that it has only been 2weeks since my return. How the time flies, to echo the old addage.

I find that, in spite of having spent almost 2 months abroad--truly extraordinary when you think about it--I have settled back very calmly, as if I hadn't left. But the thing is, I had left, I did leave, and I feel altered in some way, though I'm not sure what that is.

Perhaps I've learned more about life? Perhaps; I don't feel particularly wiser in any way. Maybe I've grown up a bit? Likely; living alone in a foreign country will do that too you. Maybe I've changed? I think so. I feel a change, and, yet, I dont know what that change has worked in me. Is it for the good? I'd like to think so.

It's almost scary. I feel like I've been plopped back where I left off, but that two months have gone by and I don't know where they've went. I'm not saying that those two months were a waste--far from it. I had a wonderful time. I learned a lot. I made new friends, and had new experiences. I just feel as if, perhaps, life is rushing too quickly by me, and I just want it to slow down and wait for me to catch up.

Expect lots of moody reflections on change and my return to the States in the weeks ahead, when life starts speeding even faster.