Count down

In exactly one week and 4 hours, I will be sitting [most likely uncomfortably] in a plane on my way home. It's been years since I've been back; moved here in 2000, went back in 2004 (or was it 2002?), and finally now I will be returning again.

It's a bittersweet feeling really. On one hand, I am extremely excited about seeing my family, old friends, and old "familiar" and "comfortable" places. On the other hand, as much as I hate to say it, I know everything's changed - I'm as clueless about the place I grew up as the next fanny-pack-wearing tourist from America. I'm terrified - the sense of helplessness that I first felt when I moved here is now back again; how ironic that this time I am feeling anxious about the place that I once called home sweet home?

But I can feel it already. This is going to be one kick ass trip.