Home is where I'm in love with you

Well, I made it back home. Okay, no worse for wear. Okay that's a lie. I have a minor case of pink eye. Thanks Euro tour. Let me rephrase: We shared everything on the bus.
Do you want to hear about my flights? I really don't think so. I can tell you I cried when I left my host family at security, I cried all the way to Munich. Then right in the middle of Duty Free in Frankfurt, I had a breakdown. Then I cried when I left Germany, I cried when I listened to "Let Her Go" by Passenger. I cried when I got into Denver and saw the mountains for the first time in a long while. I think I cried enough tears to take care of the drought problems in Colorado.
It is kind of weird being back at home. It feels like nothing has changed. It feels like my exchange was a dream. That I just took a super long nap, had this amazing dream and then woke up. That's how I explain my exchange now. That it was a dream. Because it was. It was a life in a year.
I can't really recap my exchange. You could go through and read the old blog posts. That's kind of a recap. It was an adventure.
So now I go back to real life. I go back to being a small valley girl who went on this amazing adventure. Or I go back and be the girl I was in Italy and not care what the others thing. That way, I don't live a lie my senior year. Sounds a lot easier than it is. I think I can handle it. I handled going to Italy for a year. I think I can handle anything now.
I will tell you something I've learned this year: I've learned that I really like writing. I like how it's like meditating. How I can use my words to express my thoughts. I cannot imagine not writing. I want to keep writing. I want to keep writing and traveling. That's my plan for the future. Become a journalist and travel. I don't care if it's to the war front or to Florence to give a report on youth hostels. Just put me on a plane with a journal and I'll be a happy camper.
I guess this is my last blog post. Maybe I'll update it sometimes but it's doubtful. Maybe I'll start another blog on senior year and how I'm doing. Except that sounds cliche. Who knows.
Right now I'll leave you guys with: I'm going on an adventure this year.