(Dis)Orientation

Before heading off to the airport to catch my flight back to Boston I retired my local brand slippers. We had a good run for almost 2 years, but alas I couldn't find room to stuff them into my bag. Besides it seemed only right to retire them back to the place they came from. I knew I was in for quite a trip with a red eye flight ahead of me. My flight departed on a Tuesday morning and arrived early Wed Morning. I didn't have much of a choice, and I can never sleep on these flights.
Upon my return to Boston I was lucky enough to have a ride waiting for me at 7am when I stepped off the plane. I was graciously escorted to the Neighborhood Restaurant for breakfast before taking a long overdue and greatly needed nap. However, something I noticed after being back for a few days was how disorienting city life was. Even sitting in the passenger seat while driving on route 93 after being picked up at the airport was a bit overwhelming. Once we hit some of the city traffic that morning I felt myself tensing up inside. I became aware of how I had disconnected from the city so quickly. A few days after being back I went to lunch with a close friend at restaurant over in Kenmore Square. Upon entering I felt so overwhelmed I could barely speak let alone take in all the sights, sounds, and sensations that instantly hit me. Everything is so familiar, yet so strange to me right now...