Hello, I am exausted

On Sunday afternoon I took a 3 hour train ride from Saltford into London. It was lovely, and all that you would expect from a train ride through England - rolling hills and grassy fields.
The next morning I took another train to gatwick airport and flew (8hrs) to detroit. Then from detroit to Seattle. Spent the evening with friends in Seattle. This morning I returned to Seatac and flew into Canada by noon.

It is, so far, pretty sureal. It seems like so long ago that I was here (2 yrs in April that I left, though I returned a couple times that summer).
This evening I went driving around some old haunts and it was so strange. It's like I know that I have memories, and I remember but don't feel them. They seem like they are not my memories at all, but they belong to someone else. Or maybe they were a dream or some scenes from a movie I once saw.
I think I worked so well at forgetting, or just overlooking, what I considered to be wasted time, that I am feeling at a loss for feeling anything.
Sorry for rambling. Maybe it's just the jet lag.