living two different routines is a strange thing.
after getting back to iowa, and spending time with people after a month back in louisville, i realize how easily i slip from one established situation right into another.
different parts of my person are stressed between the two, keeping me the same person, but it feels different.
on the ride back from des moines my friends and i took a wrong turn and we ended up on a deserted road with white fields of snow stretching to the few lights that dotted the horizon.
at first i didn't really realize it; it was a weird situation we had gotten ourselves into and could, for the most part, get ourselves out.
then i checked myself and took note of where i was.
i was in the middle of corn fields, in a state rooted strongly in a culture i have never been a part of.
i was on a gravel road seen rarely by even snow plows in an old chevy that could easily be overtaken by the snow.
i had no idea how to even give someone instructions on how to find us if we had gotten stuck.
i was in the middle of nowhere.
then i came down and shared the moment with the people i was with.
we turned around and made it back into ames, to somewhere, yet we were still in the middle of nowhere.
my room is exactly how i left it.
i had no bags to unpack, since they got lost by the airlines, so i went right to all the same things i was doing before i left.
weird, huh?
