Describing exactly how it is to be home after 10 months is impossible. It feels right and wrong at the same time. Wrong might be an incorrect way to put it, but it feels like there are several small pieces missing. I guess the emotional rollercoaster isn't over yet. However, the happiness I was filled with when I got reuinted with my family at the airport released a lot of the tention from the goodbyes.
I have a confession to make (haha): I have never cried as badly as I did when I finally hit bed after the long travel. Despite the tears, I know it's not "the end". With today's technology and travel possibilites we can stay in touch with anyone, anywhere. The distances might be far and prices high, but I know I will remain friends with people if I make enough wishes and work hard.
This is one of my favorite saying, and I think it fits perfect to a situation like this: "Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I'll miss you. Until we meet again!"
I hope you all enjoy your last days in your host country and homecoming. Travel safe.
There's so much more to say, but I have chosen to split it in multiple posts instead of writing one long.