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"Funny thing about coming home; looks the same, smells the same. You'll realize what's changed is you." -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Through closed eyes, I noticed my room becoming more & more illuminated.  Wide-awake at 02:00, I laid in bed until 04:00 when I checked Facebook but everyone in my new timezone was sleeping, as it was a tame Tuesday night.  At 05:47 I swallowed Dramamine, to knock myself out, since I clearly wasn't going to beat jet-lag on my own.
I woke 13 hours later -- not of my own volition -- but because my insulin pump was vibrating from lack of use.  My mobile phone has no new texts or voicemails because I have no desire to let people know I've returned, or to speak with anyone, not even my friends and family.  Of course, I missed them but it's too soon. I'm not ready to let go of my time abroad. Instead, I have holed myself up inside the house as I crop photos, review footage that I already know like the back of my hand, and blog ab…