It is finally beginning to hit me that I am home. I guess that maybe I shouldn't call it home, because home is where the heart is and at the moment my heart is still in Spain.
Getting back is hard. Everything is not the way I left it. I have to recreate a life here. I did not keep in touch with anyone, aside from a handful of people, which now leaves me bored and alone most days... well the majority of the days actually. I don't even want to begin to think about school again, considering the first day is going to be the worst. People always talk about the first day of school as being awesome, yet I'll just be glad when its over.
We just finished up with our family vacation to the beach which was actually really nice. I was surrounded by a large majority of my family and had a very safe circle for my re-entry process. Thank goodness for big, noisy families.