That Strange Beast Called Re-entry
Where to even begin. I’ve been home from the Race for 2 weeks now. 2 long and weird weeks. As I was coming home, I was not feeling super excited to be home. But I also didn’t have this yearning for the Race to continue. I felt like it was just about time, and that was something I just had to accept. For me it helped that I had to catch a pretty quick connecting flight, so I had no time to really think about leaving the field. I mean, we were all gonna be together until JFK anyway! When we landed, I went into full logistics mode. Except I only had to worry about myself. First strange feeling of re-entry, not being in charge of the entire squad. But I didn’t have time to think about it. I ran through customs, hurdled through baggage claim, checked back in for my next flight, carefully hurried through security, and then did a wind sprint through to my flight. Then I landed, went through to my next gate, got on the next flight (which was delayed), then I landed and.. ...