You know when you had a crazy dream and you have no clue how to tell your friends, without looking like a fool? That's how I feel when I get questions about my experience, and have to come up with brief summarized answers. Nobody would have time or patiency to listen if I were to talk in details.
The 10 months in Yarmouth was not a fairytale or a movie. It was reality. Still, it feels like it was only just a dream. I had a real life, built over such a short matter of time, and ripped out of my hands even faster. A saying goes like this; Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. To be honest, I think I'll be doing both for a while (haha).
In a week, I'm already going to see one of my favorites, which to me is unreal. After, I'm bringing my best friend to visit my Italian sister, who I haven't seen in half a year. This will hopefully be the pinch in my arm, confirming that I actually had the year of my life.