So, I have not been home in 3 weeks. And I must say that I am a little bit home sick. Yes, I'm only 5 hours and 56 minutes away from my home, but it still feels like I'm half way across the world.
Before this 3 week "vacation", I thought I hated my home... And for a while I think I truly did. But this trip has taught me that, 1. Yes, I may hate my home, but I still miss it. 2. It's not as bad as it seems. and 3. Even when things at my house are out of control, and the family is fighting and I say I hate it, when I go home, I do know that I'll be glad to be there.. Even if that gladness I feel only lasts the 2 minutes that I predict it will last.
And 4. As much as I may be homesick... I really don't want to leave here.
This place, this home, is comfort. I feel stable. And I love it. Leaving here, will probably be one of the hardest things I've had to do. It's not just the leaving this place that will be hard, it's also leaving these people, this family. Leaving this family that I've learned to call my family.
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