Bicycle

     Home. Finally. After thirteen months and one week, I'm finally back in the place where I began. It's now been a week since I arrived on my home soil and it almost feels like I never left. But before I get into that, I should recap a bit of what's been going on since I left Ukraine. Yeah, I should have gotten on this writing thing sooner. I've been busy. Is that a good enough excuse?

Quickie

I'm finally back on US soil. More to follow after I get some dinner and sleep.

Mama, I'm Comin' Home

     The day is here. I really don't know what to say so forgive me if this sounds like a lot of rambling. There are a lot of emotions running through my head right now. Some of them are familiar. Two years ago when I was returning home from my first English camp, I felt a lot of the same things. Anger, loss, sadness, frustration. Just writing this is tough. I know it'll take a lot longer than a day to get over it. If past experiences are any indication, I will not ever feel the same.