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Silence

I feel a bit sheepish about the fact that there has not been that much written in this space over the last little while.

As a person who is constantly nattering on about current plans, future plans, even past plans, I feel a bit strange not having put something here.

And it's not just on virtual paper. I can count on my fingers the number of people I've actually spoken to in the last week.

I suppose this is a semi-apology for those I've not yet gotten in touch with - and also those who may not realise we were home.

I did have visions of writing about our last night in England and then our first day back in Canada, but the thing is, it's all a bit stranger than expected.

In a TOTALLY good way. But strange all the same.

I'm still processing the past 18 months - a year in Korea, 6 months on the road. And I guess, finding it all a bit too much to really communicate about.

Which is why I haven't written. Or emailed. Or called.

So, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to feel this hermity. I'm really excited to see you all.

It's just, there seems to be so many decisions that need to be made and we haven't even been here a week.

I suppose this is what they call reverse culture shock. When you're finding yourself assimlated back into the world you've always known. So, I'm just gonna ride this wave like I have all the others.

I have had some pretty heartwarming experiences in the past couple of days - spending time with D's nephew and nieces, spending 2 wonderful days with my little nephew Marshmellow.

I'm savouring those and looking forward to more with all the other little people who have arrived since I've been gone.

Bear with me. I'll speak to you soon.

And let me just say this: Being back on Canadian soil? IT IS just as good as I'd hoped it would be.

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