Belonging

I am three days away from heading back to my glorious state, Oregon. Everyone who lives in Oregon has no idea how good they have it. Its been 7 weeks since I've been there or the States for that matter. So far this semester we haven't jumped the border for any food runs and the American in me is drying up. There's something that happens inside of me as soon as I cross the border that I can't describe. There's some sort of peace and feeling of belonging that flows over me and energizes me. I think its that feeling that gets me through the long drive.

Every time I go home I do some hard thinking about where my life is now and what it used to be. I've changed so much over the past year and a half and my life is unrecognizable. It's hard to think about how Oregon isn't my home anymore because its where I want to be. BC is nice and I love PLBC but I don't want it to be home. Its weird knowing that PLBC is temporary and home is no longer home. It makes me feel lost. It's hard no knowing where you belong. All I want is to have a house that I can call my own home. I don't want this temporary home anymore.