It's been a few weeks and things have finally settled down. I've got my job sorted out, I begin next week. My stuff from Japan still hasn't arrived in the conex box I shipped it in (boats = slow). My writing has been neglected, and I have excuses, but they're not good ones. Chock it up to family, friends, Chipotle, Rita's, Monster Hunter Tri, Mass Effect 2, and re-adjusting to having pets.

Since coming home, I can't shake the feeling that its only half real. I finally get to experience life as a married man. I can see my family and not have to fly 1800 miles to do it. And most surreal of all, I'm not worrying about having to leave at a phone call for another disaster story or political instability.

It's good to be home.