Homeward (?!) Bound

After more than five years away, armed with my same old passport and my shiny new international driving permit, I’m back in the USA.

How weird! Where’s home anyway? After about 72 hours on the ground I can confirm what I suspected… it’s both and neither. I’m an outsider in NZ by birth, culture, and language. But I now see the USA with an outsider’s eyes. The kinds of things Jeff Daniels ranted about in the opening of Newsroom are now much more real after having lived in a different system.

It’s still great to be here… there’s a lot of wonderful stuff in this giant messy country, and a lot of stuff I’ve missed. I’m making a concerted effort to binge on all of it over the coming days. And then happily retreat to home.