I finished high school today.
and now, I can't sleep. I keep getting stressed about going back. I'm exhausted, but I just can't calm down enough to actually sleep. Three weeks from today, it will be my last night in Europe-- and I won't even be home.
the worst part is that I'm completely torn.
part of me never wants to leave.
part of me wants to be back in the states right now.
and most of me...
most of me is just absolutely terrified.
Sure, I'll be going back to a place I can call home.
could call home.
I'm going back to a place that I know. Or, at least, a place I once knew.
But I don't anymore.
I'll go back, and the place will maybe be mostly the same. But the people will have changed, and more importantly, I will have changed. I have changed. I already look at the world with wider eyes, no longer enclosed in that little cage that is the hometown I left ten months ago today. I have experienced the life of an exchange student, the life of a traveler. I met people who have changed my life, people who I will never forget. I became a lost soul so I could try to find myself.
Did it work?
I suppose I won't know...
I hate this.