"An ocean might separate us, but we are bonded under the same sky."- Unknown
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When I went to Spain four years ago, I felt unsettled. My group wasn't the best, and I was constantly worrying and longing to be home. Looking back I wish that I was more appreciative of the opportunity, since I know now that it was once in a lifetime. Now, I am once again given a fantastic opportunity, and I have been waiting all weekend for that familiar sense of dread to creep up inside of me--screaming at me to go home. I don't have it. I feel completely and utterly at peace. I feel at home.
That being said OF COURSE I already miss my wonderful parents, family, dog, friends, sisters..(do I even have to say Ryan? I mean c'mon). If I could bottle them all up and bring them over with me, well, that would be fantastic. However, that is not the case, so I am forced to be stuck within two worlds, of being in my true place yet without my closest people. It also doesn't help that the intranet is not working and I am forced to lay on the ground of my room to text people. So, if you want to contact me, the best way is through FB. But alas!
Now onto my travels!
