I think I placed second in who got the most letters from home (aka who's the most loved), but who's counting?
I stuck some of my letters from home along with some photos I found in my journal pocket on the wall not because I've been feeling homesick...but because I haven't. I've felt distant from the people back home, and my friendships (for a myriad of reasons) have felt like vague details. I'm trying to remind myself about the life I have in America, but that's beginning to seem almost more alien than life here.
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