There's a difference between someone who's not suppose to be here, but super grateful that they have the opportunity to, and someone who's been planning for year and "meant" to be here.
There's so much difference in the way these two individual live, one with so much gratefulness and overwhelming sense of thanksgiving; the other just living as he should, like how everyone lives, because in the eyes of the world, that's how it is suppose to be.
Walked down a painful memory tonight. Took a stab in the heart feeling like I've lost contact with the rest of the people back home. Feeling a wave of missing everyone I used to talked to back home. Being afraid of going back during the summer because it's just going to be so awkward.
I miss the comfort of home, how easy it is to contact someone, how simple it is to just call someone out to hang out. It was just going out, have a meal and catch up with each other. Oh how I've taken those times for granted.
Short rant to say that I'm missing the peeps back home. I really am.
Hannah
