DAY AFTER TOMORROW
“Day after tomorrow.” Such a common phrase. We throw it around all the time. “Let’s meet for drinks day after tomorrow.” “That new movie comes out day after tomorrow.” “I’ve got a big test day after tomorrow.” I’ve used those words without so much as a second thought my whole life, but today they seem to have more weight to them. We get home day after tomorrow.
A Hong Kong buffer between New Zealand and our return to Chicago was supposed to be the chance to ease back into reality instead of diving right in. It’s been more like a slow walk into a cold ocean and hearing “day after tomorrow” used to reference plans we have in Chicago was that first wave to hit above the belly button. I mean c’mon, you can pretty accurately predict the weather that far out. I find myself now in some sort of strange and uncomfortable daze with more thoughts than I can keep organized — reflecting on what has been and anxious about what’s to come.