Well that was weird. Everything from the 14 hour flight where I was magically speaking French to my charming seat mate from Benin to an unexpected chauffeured pick up in the sea smelling city of San Francisco, from seeing old friends from University and older friends from Toronto to biking the Golden Gate bridge, from tears of joy to growling pains, from New York to Brooklyn, from my girls to my boys, from crashing back to Berlin to getting a new visa in 2.5 hours rather than 2.5 months, from "Berlin?" to fighting for another year here, from months of no real work to juggling four too many jobs. This is weird.