I'm home but I'm not home.
I'm back in America surrounded by all of the family members and friends that I was so hesitant to leave just one year ago.
But a part of me is missing.
My family and friends that I grew to love in just 10 months and was also so hesitant to leave, are now not a part of my everyday life.
4 months ago I was in Ghana and for some reason it doesn't feel like that was 4 months ago but it also didn't feel like 10 months there should have gone by so fast. Time is weird like that.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is this; exchange is hard, both during and after.
And I'm convinced it doesn't get any easier. My heart constantly longs for Ghana, some days more than others and, not gonna lie, my stomach longs for some fresh Ghana food to.
There's really no easy way to end this, partially because I don't think I'm ready to close my Ghana chapter just yet, the other, well, I am just terrible at ending blog posts.
Can't wait to see what other adventures are out there but I don't think any adventure could come close to the year long adventure I had in Ghana.
Until next time,