So I am "home" for Thanksgiving and feeling so much nostalgia it freaks me out. For some reason I feel like I "flew" home for a break or something. I haven't been back home in a month, maybe. But this time the house smells like pumpkin pie...we had our celebration two days later. And during the night the weather was so cold it didn't feel like Thailand. And I had interesting dreams too.

So much nostalgia freaks me out. Especially smells and scents that remind me of times gone by. Right now the smell of pumpkin pie is freaking me out.

I guess for the past two months I've immersed myself in Thai culture and it's another world...now I come home and everything is so reminiscent of American culture. :P I've always had trouble living two lives; you cannot give your all to both. I need to learn to be more flexible I guess...and to have a more stable worldview that doesn't start to cave under the pressure of little things like nostalgia. :-)