Bulldogs on Parade

In Crown Point, Indiana the sidewalks along the city centre are now aligned with giant cement bulldogs, each painted to represent each business or store the bulldog is standing in front of. It's tacky. To be honest, it feels strange to be back home, but very easy at the same time.

Totally jet-lagged but am too anxious to sleep. I was greeted at the airport by my mom and my aunt and I actually finally cried a bit when I saw my mom standing there. I cried because I felt like the year I was gone was actually just a dream. The last time I cried was when I was dropped off at the airport to leave last September. I cried then because I was scared about what might lay ahead. Today I went to eat with my brothers and my brother mike's new girlfriend and then I bought them beer. I decided to go for a walk to escape the overheard arguing going on in my house right now over the installation of the wooden floor. Which brings me to this coffee-internet cafe where the kid to my left swears he knows my face, though I can't place his face or his name for that matter. Although Phantom Planet's California is playing over the stereo here, and it makes me feel placed back in my room in Freiburg, flipping through the channels and hearing that song every other time I would hit MTV.

Which brings me (again) to the question I should ask: hey, does anyone know when my lease this year begins? I should probably be getting stuff together, since I basically got rid of everything before I left. But I don't have anything planned for the next three weeks, so I will be coming down before then. Asap.

Love,

Lexi
Re-integrated American Citizen