Back to the States

It's almost the end of Christmas break. In three days I fly back to the States for the first time in more than eight months. It's strange. I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Since I left, I've spent almost a week in Paris, two weeks on a house-boat in southern France, three days in Rome, visited Florence and Venice, spent my summer at home in Jordan, took a trip to Palestine and Israel (Bethlehem and Jerusalem), volunteered at an orphanage for girls, re-visited Egypt (Sharm el-Sheikh) for the first time in four years, stayed at a B&B in Macduff, Scotland, stayed with friends in Yeovil, England, spent many days in London, saw a good friend in Northern Ireland, went on field-trips to Stonehedge, Salisbury, Old Sarum, the British War Museum, Hampton Court Palace, and Bath, lived in the amazing university town of Oxford, attended the university of the same name, went back to Rome with my Classics Tutor, celebrated Thanksgiving with one of my best friends' family in Carlisle, and came home to Amman for Christmas.

And now Christmas is over, and I'm going back. Back to my last semester at Fox. Back to graduation in the first week of May.
Back to . . . the rest of my life.

Yeah, like I said, I'm not sure how I feel.