Travel Journal #13

Came down with a bit of something. Cold: stuffiness, sore throat, and so on. I also seem to have come down with an odd form of homesickness. I want the comfort of my bed and familiar surroundings, the regular food I like, the drinks, the products. But I don't have any desire to go home. I'm thinking I could be happy if I never went back. So I'm trying frantically to figure out how to take these feelings with me and maintain the normalcy of what kind of person I am here.

Here I am someone that people enjoy and laugh with. someone who can keep things hidden and bring out good things in others. Someone who smiles easily. And laughs. Somehow that person is not at home, but has been waiting for me here. And I don't want to lose her again. Not after going so far and looking for so long.