The old proverb says ‘home is where the heart is,’ but what if your heart is in more places than one? I spent the second half of January in the first place I ever called home. I hadn’t been there in almost a year and a half, marking my last stint away from that home … Continue reading Thoughts on Being Home
That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.
I am homesick for a place I'll never call home again.
There are only two months left to my exchange, and I have to say, I'm rather conflicted about it. On the one hand, I'm very excited to leave. That sounds bad, but I won't lie about it. I've chronicled to a silly extent how much the Norwegian winter affected me, and I am excited for … Continue reading Letters From Exchange: The One Where I Only Have Two Months Left