Adieu

8 Days

So last night I got out my journal and wrote about everything that's been going on in my life lately (quite a lot, as it took up 7 1/2 pages). In the middle of writing, I decided to go back and look at past journal entries. So I randomly flipped pages until I came upon June 16 - the day after we arrived in America last summer. I read that entry. Then the one after that and I kept going until I had read every entry that I had written while in America. I found a rather unsettlling pattern. In each one, I mentioned how much I hated America and how much I wanted to go home. We were only there for 2 months.

In 8 days we go back. My life as I know it will end, and another part will begin. I'm leaving the only place I've ever called home and I'm wondering if I'll ever find another one.