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I got a lot of advice on how to deal with the re-entry blues, but I couldn't avoid them. I didn't realize Boulder would be the same place. I was shocked to find I was the same person. It feels like I was gone a couple weeks. I'm stunned by how quickly and naturally I've resumed old ways.

In Africa I thought about all the vintage things I'd do when I got home. Most of those things have disappointed. It's an unexpected mix of new/wondrous and old/stalwart things that delight:

Self-serve frozen yogurt
Meditation
Meeting new people
Gotye
Of Monsters And Men
Game of Thrones Season II

Beer
Running
Survivor
Dogs
Hiking
Agricola
Cheese
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I panicked for a week. It felt like the walls were closing in, that inexorable forces were making me into something terrifying that I've always been. But there are differences. I do have the power to change some things. It's a mesmerizing battle between old and new, what I do now and what I thought in Africa I should be doing now. I don't always know which side to root for.