After a week of beaching and relaxing I thought I was ready for this, to face reality and be cool with what it gives me.
Going home scares me.
Tomorrow, I will land in America and try to go on, almost as if the last seven months hadn’t happened.
But they did happen, and they changed me. That’s the problem. I am changed but I could easily fall back into the life I had.
I can’t pinpoint exactly how I am feeling, but when I look at my fellow volunteers with tears in my eyes they understand. I am going to miss having someone who understands.
Tomorrow, I go back, a different and, at least I think, a better person. I may not be ready for this but it’s the card I’ve been dealt. All I can do is believe it will be OK.