I've always appreciated the place I consider "home": the positive aspects of climate, culture, and attitude. Yet when I visit another place where in the process of "digging deep" I find aspects that call to me and that fill me in ways that I did not know could be filled, the return to "home" requires time. The adjustment during this time is filled with reviewing notes, photos, and reflecting on impressions and thoughts that linger. It's the absorption of the new experience into myself. It is also a revelation that "home" is dynamic and evolves. The place I started from is not the place I return to. I'm ok with that.
Re-entry is difficult, a friend says. Each conversion with a friend is part of the transition and re-entry.