I was really content on Thanksgiving. I got to bake crescent rolls, which reminded me of my childhood, which I love. I got to nap. I got to eat with friends and share a piece of American culture with them that I didn't even realize how unique and special that day is.
But somehow every other day, I find reasons to be discontent. I have however many days left before coming home, about three weeks. Can't time go faster? Or if it's not that, it's -- I only have three weeks left? How can I possible get everything done, least of all have a fulfilling experience in three weeks? How am I supposed to say good bye to my friends!?
What I forget is that I'm not saying good bye. I will, but I'm not right now, and that's where I am. I know I have so much good in my life, and for some reason I think that the future, or the past, holds more good than right now. But it doesn't, because it's not now, and that's all.
Sorry if that's convoluted, but these are my thoughts :)
Sometime last week, someone asked me -are you ready to come home? I said, No, but I will be in a month. When I said that, I was sincere, but I do not always have that attitude. It is the attitude I would like.
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