Returning

Originally this title was going to be 'Returning Home' But where 'Home is to me is now confusing. Is Home a place where you live but you don't speak the language? A place where you have found amazing people who support you like a family, a place where you have grown and changed and come to love? Or is home where you have grown up? where your true family is, where you come from where your memories live? But if you can't think of the next time you will be there for more than 10 days and people don't recognize you anymore aren't you just a visitor? I feel lost. I am in a whirlwind of eternal homesickness, when I am there I miss it here, when I am here I miss it there but I wouldn't give up either one; I wouldn't give up one sad feeling. This is part of the experience UWC is not the time I spend there it is something that is inside me for the rest of my life. I am back for the summer but I will return in the fall to get my butt kick by IB and to continue to enjoy my life there.

Back in Alaska I realize so much has changed, inside me , inside my friends in the world around me. Nothing is constant. The change scares me but at the same time it is beautiful. I don't want to grow up, but I want to GROW, and that is what I am doing, every day I live is another adventure and that is the beauty of life :)