Home is wherever I'm with you

I don't really feel I can put the last month into words, or not well enough to fully describe how truly inspiring it has been. Oddly enough, it already feels like a life time ago. It's been two weeks since I got back from the Dominican Republic and I've felt like I have been on a come down ever since. On numerous occasions I have tried to write about the experience, but every time, no words are drawn to me. Everything seems inadequate now and its so hard to explain the way I'm feeling.
I guess my apprehension before I left was to be expected, but completely unnecessary. All the things I worried about, were areas in which I excelled. I should have been more worried about my emotional preparedness. It shouldn't take a trip to a third world country to make you value what you have, but there is no way that it can't. I've found a real sense of perspective on things, I often wonder who benefited more from this trip, me or the people I met?
In our society we all lead such busy lives, when do we ever really take a break? We always seem to be worrying about something. The relief of leaving everything like that home was most welcome and its hard to try and get back into the swing on things. I think, more to the point, I don't want to get back into routine and lose that feeling.