There must be a term for the feeling of “picking up right where you left off.” Surely. It’s too common a feeling for no psychologist to come along and slap a label on it.
How is it possible to leave a place for over three weeks, go on all kinds of adventures, and feel when you come back as though you never left at all?
I keep looking at the clock on my coffee maker, expecting to see the time, but forgetting that I unplugged the machine before I left. I wash the dinner dishes and put them on the AC vent to dry and almost mechanically. The only thing that feels unfamiliar is the traditional dormitory aroma, which I’m sure my nose will adjust to in a few hours.
Memory is a funny thing. Perhaps returning to a familiar place is like meeting up with an old friend. You know all the ins and outs; all the perfections and all the flaws. Catching up is unnecessary. Unless something about the person (or place) has changed, then there is no further research to do, and you can, as they say, pick up where you left off.
All analysis aside, the effect of such a return is surreal. I begin to wonder even now if Christmas break ever happened.
Then I remember that I feel well-rested, and I assume that I must have gone somewhere. I would not feel rested had the break never happened.
This place is not home. But for now, it is home away from home. It’s in my best interest, then—and the best interest of all of my friends who’ve returned to UU—to unpack, settle in, and gear up for the ride. Second semester has begun.
We miss you already! Home just isn’t the same without Miss Rambler, rambling around with her cheerful, sweet, generous nature filling the house. I love you, my daughter, and I miss you.
i miss you too. thank goodness for Sundays.
Not a minute after I walked into my dorm room, I sneezed. Ah, gotta love the lively air in the rooms here. It’s good to be back.
I wonder if that counts as a school allergy
Be sure to pack the hand sani, you know how the first two weeks back can be germs and its flu season.
oi. tell me about it.
I think it is called picking up right where you left off…
yeah. but how do you say it in latin?
Iligitimatae non carborundum…
Hmm…some other cliches would be “Deja vu” or “Feels like home to me” or “it’s like I’ve never left” or “old habits are hard to break” or “you can’t teach old dogs new tricks” or…I think I’ve gotten off topic.
Hope you have a wonderful semester.
thank you for your blessing.