In the time since I've been home I've eaten pizza, chilled with my sister and rents, kissed a happy little doggy, and unpacked my suitcases and did a mountain of laundry.
Things just aren't the same.
It's so strange to me how something that seemed so crazy, scary, and new can so easily become your reality.
Those people, a girl with crazy curly red hair and a creative hand, the girl with long wavy blonde hair and a sweet heart, the girl who should have dreads and is pre-vegan, the boy who is tall and can single handedly run a farm, the guy whose hair changes everyday and has crazy ideas, the girl who has short dark hair who makes me laugh until I can't breathe, the boy with an eyebrow piercing and crazy dance moves, the girl with glasses and a sexy French accent, the boy with blonde/greenish hair and mad guitar skills, and the halarious boy who sometimes confuses himself with a car... these people are like my second half, and this is only to be expected when spending everyday for 6 months with them.
Now that I'm home I'm much more quiet, sort of slow to comprehend when being spoken to, slow to react, and after 41 hours straight of no real sleep I slept for 18 hours.
My phone vibrates more than usual as cute texts from my Katima family comes in, and every now and then I can feel the water works coming back for a visit.
Katimavik was so amazing and I love my Katima-fam and I am already making plans to go visit them...
Time to write a lot of letters, and wallow in my sadness. Aha.
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