I talk of going home, now that I know I will be headed to the US in a few weeks. The problem is I don't really have a "place" to call home there. I will be staying with friends and family and be in many states. I will even be working for a week for the tour company I work with sometimes and will be "living" in a hotel room that week.
Here in Africa, I have a couch, a kitchen, a bedroom...this is home. It isn't just the physical aspects it is the other parts...this is where I live now. It is interesting to think about....I still consider Texas, HOME and often tell people that is where I am from (though I wasn't born there, as you can tell from the absence of an accent).
I am excited to see friends and family...excited to eat at some favorite restaurants...go to Starbucks, etc.....but I will miss dinner with my roommates, TV nights, laying on Jenn's bed and chatting with her about the day...and...I will miss...my bed.
Speaking of my bed...it is calling my name....
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