I’ve been home five days now. They’ve been busy days, cloudy
days, tired days. I’m worn out from wearing too many hats. I’m worn out from
confusion, frustration. I want to curl up in bed and sleep away the tiredness,
the feeling in my chest that I can’t get enough air.
I thought that when I got to Thailand it would feel like I
had come home. It didn’t. Then I thought that when I got back to Minnesota it
would feel like I had come home. It still didn’t. Home isn’t here, and while there have been
times in life when I have understood that, now isn’t one of those times. Isn’t
it odd how sometimes we forget lessons we’ve already learned? I feel like I’m
in a constant state of relearning, and for once I just want to have arrived…
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