Back in the Jerz

Has it really been a week already? An entire week since these size tens were walking the streets of South America? Lucky for me I spent the past week in a dreamlike trance, intoxicated by both the culture shock and the shocking springtime that has turned the east coast into a colorful and scentful feast. It has been a long time since I enjoyed la primavera and I forgot how intriguing it is when the entire world seems to bloom at once. The neighbor's front yard is a pink carpet of fallen cherry blossoms and the daffodil bulbs I planted before I left are trumpeting yellows and golds. How can I think about a job and responsibility when Nature is dictating friskiness and release? I find it difficult to seriously consider the unfortunate reality of my bank account when the weather is so damn perfect, especially since I have no conversion rate crutch to make those dollars feel like more than they are. I leave for San Diego in less than two weeks and until then I shall write and run and read and play. It is good to be home.