I counted down for 8 months before the big move to Chicago. If you read my last post - I mentioned how weird time is to me. How is my first semester almost over? How is this year almost over?
I feel like I've never worked so hard in my life the way I have in Chicago. But I was ready to be home and take a break. I counted down for about a month to come home (which felt like forever).
And now here I am, home. But this time it doesn't feel exactly like home, it's different, and I can't quite put my finger on the difference. I know I'm not used to being here so it will automatically feel a bit odd, but the people can always remind me what home is supposed to feel like. Here's a bit of adventures that happened during my Thanksgiving break :)
I leave tomorrow morning back to Chicago. I've got 10 days left of finals, and then I'll be back. See you soon CO!
Home is wherever the heart is, wherever it may be.