Every day is an internal struggle. Not a moment passes that I don’t wish I was home with my friends; with my “life”. But I realize the need to enjoy and savor my time abroad. I hope to gain wisdom from it. With the prospect of working in China next year, that realization is only a larger reality. Am I ignorant for missing “home”? After next year, I would assume it won’t ever be my home again. I do not desire to waste my time missing things and I do my best to “live in the moment,” but I do not ever lose that desire to return to normalcy, whether normalcy will be what it was ever again, or not.
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