As my eyes open and I began to recognize roads and intersections, I felt a strange sensation of home. I was familiar with this place and when I descended from the bus, I could have walked home with my eyes closed. (I didn't... Americans have a less than perfect reputation here in the first place.) Someone even asked me for directions. I'm not a stranger here and I don't feel so far away from the home I just left. The important people aren't here but different ones are. My family and my best friend are an ocean away once again but I have a roommate who was overjoyed when I walked in and friends down the hall and down the street who I can't wait to see and share stories with.

This is good, I think? Three months in a foreign country and I've made it my own. Sure there are things I don't completely agree with politically and socially but ce n'est pas grave. Three weeks? They won't be so bad.