Damn

A year ago today I left one home to return to another. For weeks I had been anticipating this moment not knowing what to expect,if I would feel a sense of uneasiness if I would be depressed or indifferent. And now it hits me like a slap in the face out of no where that I was getting on a plane. I was saying goodbye and now I can no longer say with the same sense of pride that I "just came back from a year living in Israel" because in another day I'll have spent more time outside...unless you count that month from August to September...

I'm too confused and I don't know what to think or feel anymore about anything but I know eventually I'm going to be happy because here I had a life once too and I will and I do.