I don't think I ever really got homesick, but I did miss certain things about home. Friends and family being the most obvious. Not getting lost every single place I tried to go, was definitely another. But the more I settled in, the more I realized that I am the same person no matter where I live, who I hang out with, or what I do. I don't feel different, I don't look different. I'm just in a different place. My friends are still scattered around the world, and the friends I've made in Portland are (almost) filling their shoes. I have found a great guy who makes me feel all giddy inside, and Emily and Brendan are my heroes for taking me under their wing for the last 6 months. And getting lost has just become another everyday adventure.
I still feel like a tourist sometimes, but then other times I feel like I'm home.
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