I got to thinking this week, living abroad is very much like being in your own version of The Wizard of Oz. You have been picked up in a whirlwind storm and drop kicked smack dab in the middle of Munchkinland where nothing and no one makes sense.
You begin to trot down your Yellow Brick Road in search of whatever, but along the way you are consistently blinded by the overwhelming color and vivacity that you had no idea had been missing your whole life. You begin to meet friends and feel a little at home, and they are your family and shelter from the Wicked Witches that come across your path. Nothing is easy, but at least you have them and your fabulous shoes to help you through it all.
Finally, you find your way home, the place you thought you wanted more than anything all along. Except its suddenly not quite what you want. Your life has been turned upside down and inside out and you assumed that something about home would have changed too, but nothing has, there is an unsettling stillness that is now too comfortable to live with. After you have lived in a constant world of change and color, how do you go back to the stillness of black and white? How do you find a middle ground where you can belong?