Triumphant Return

I’ve now been back from Chile for over two weeks, so it’s high time that I provide an update on my readjustment, as I’m sure you’ve all been on the edges of your seats.

I’m told that it had been a very mild winter here while I was gone, but I returned home to three full days of rain (the first rain of the entire winter). I systematically savored the trappings of winter that were left: peppermint mochas, my electric blanket, the bare trees and stark white sky.

I felt the need to remark "It's winter? When did that happen?!" several times a day.

I was delighted to see my cats again, since they were the only ones to whom I hadn’t been able to explain where and why I was going. They gave me the cold shoulder at first, but soon enough they were curling up to sleep on my feet and pillow again, every night. I shall never leave them again, until I do.

He made a blanket-cave for himself, one chilly day.

While I had braced myself for culture shock, I experienced only a tiny amount. I found the grocery store startling, what with its abundance of familiar products. For the first week I was back, whenever I needed to ask a stranger a question (e.g. in shops), I would feverishly start composing what I’d say in Spanish to them, in my head, before approaching them. Chile felt completely different from California, of course, but since Chile is one of the best-developed countries in South America, it felt less different.

Other than that, I slipped back into my old life with great ease. It seemed almost as though the Chilean Molly and the American Molly were two different entities, and perhaps they are.

Cats helping with a jigsaw puzzle, the little demons.

My first week back also happened to be an extra-busy week for my job, so I spent a chunk of time each day working on that. I also rejoiced in the availability of English-language books, went to campus to pick up my college diploma, finished a jigsaw puzzle in two days (before the cats could destroy it), started and finished watching the first season of Downton Abbey, and cooked a delicious winter vegetable soup in my crockpot.

There’s a song that says, “I haven’t been gone very long, but it feels like a lifetime.” I quite agree. I’d also add, “I haven’t been back very long, but it feels like a lifetime.” I am awash with lifetimes.

7 thoughts on “Triumphant Return

  1. I WAS on the edge of my seat-haven’t I been asking you all the time how you’re adjusting? It feels like it. It’s more likely, however, that I asked you twice that first day and then forgot. Still: thank you for the update.
    Waitaminute-aren’t those the sheets that are on your Amazon wish list?

    1. Well hey, at least you asked! You’re a lovely dutiful sis.

      No, those are not the Amazon wishlist sheets — they’re the same ol’ set I’ve had for four years. They’re still quite cozy though.

  2. Just don’t become more than two people, and particularly not the Messiah. That can get problematic.

    I don’t see it written anywhere that, upon that college diploma, was a little star marked Honors. Or was that the other Molly?

    I love the picture of Percy and think you’re wise “not to leave them again until [you] do.” I think I will adopt that last phrase for all my resolutions henceforth.

    1. I’m not the Messiah. Nor am I a very naughty boy.

      That’s me. The girl with the Honors! Except I can’t figure out the most proper way to write that upon my resume. Do you know?

  3. I *think* you just write: “June 2011-graduated from UCD; recieved BS in linguistics w/ honors, because I’m awesome and brilliant and you’d be dumbasses to not hire me. Biggest mistake of your life. Biggest. Mistake. Of. Your. Life.” And then you draw a little pair of brass knuckles at the bottom.

    1. Yes yes YES yes yes! I love your explanation. I think that must be how one should do it. And it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that you say so.

      If I sent out a resume that said that and got hired, then I would know it would be a fine match.

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