Home....

It feels strange to be back sometimes. I'm no longer living with my roommates, figuring out what it means to be normal, back in the American culture.

I still haven't begun to process Argentina, my experience, how I've changed, the things I've learned, the struggles I faced. I'm kind of waiting for that day, when everything hits you all at once. When I'm face to face with reality and break down because I'm feeling too many emotions at once.  

I'm trying to really figure out what I've learned, to then learn how to apply that to my life. To figure out what that looks like here in America. What does it mean to love people here or is it the same in every language, wherever I go. 

I also have to make a decision about where I'm off to next: Do I Stay here in Charlotte, go to NY, make a life for myself in Atlanta or elsewhere.

For now, I'm living day by day. Holding on to Him tightly, especially on those days when nothing makes sense and I start asking myself what am I doing here?  I'm following the yellow brick road, anticipating surprises and holding on to the only thing that is stable in my life.