End of the Overseas Experience

So I'm done, and my plane has landed. I'm in Chicago waiting now to travel the final leg to Nebraska. It doesn't seem like anything. I don't know how to say it feels because just 24 hours ago I was in Spain. A place that, though it seems cold, is only 45 degrees F. at the coldest, generally. And now, I'm in Chicago where it's like 10 degrees and my fingers could freeze off at any second.
I believe the hardest thing in coming back, in leaving the group is knowing that I'm back to that being alone. To that not being a part of a group that knows you. I'm going back to Lincoln where I have family and a few friends, but it's not like the 30 people I just spent the last 4 months of my life with.
It's this knowledge that I have to return to what should be normal and I don't know if I can do that. I don't want things to be normal again I want life to be something more. I need to expect something more. From myself, from my friends. I want more that the mid-west. I want more that the undergrad experience.
I need to know that this life is more than just individual days that fly by. Because they aren't individual days, time never stops. but we do. we take time out, we stop our lives.