It doesn't seem so weird to come back this time. I'm not sure if that's a reflection of the relative closeness of Arab and Western cultures compared to Far Eastern culture, or a testament to how 'false' my dip bubble life was in Amman. I tell myself that vacation will be relaxing, but in reality I'm braced for four weeks of congressionally mandated restlessness. Not boredom, exactly, but a twitchy, strum-your-fingers-on-the-table impatience to be doing... I'm not sure what. Working, likely.
I foresee adjusting to this new non-work pace just in time for the start of training in May.