About four days ago, I started the countdown to going back home. I realized that it’s coming up so fast and that I still haven’t seen all of Europe (not that seeing everything in Europe is ever going to happen,) and that I will have to say goodbye to my host family and I will probably never see them again.
It breaks my heart.
Yesterday, I started packing. Deciding what comes, what stays. Do I keep the Russian soldier hat that kept my ears so warm in Berlin? Do I sneak rhubarb jelly and chocolate home with me? What will home be like?
On top of all this, I am afraid I will forget how to speak what little German I have learned. I think I am getting better. I also have finals. It’s a whole lot of stuff in not a whole lot of time.
I have so much to do this week. I hope I get it all done.
I still need to go into the Nickolaikirche, I need to pick wildflowers, I need to climb to Schloss and take pictures of the town from above in the spring. I need to get my kids one last souvenir. I have to memorize my 12 sentence life story. I have to study for finals. I have to decide if I need to buy another suitcase or even just a cheap duffle. I need to say goodbye.
Having a host family has been great, saying good bye to mine is going to be very hard. They have become a part of me.
The biggest plus to going home is the kids. I miss their faces. I miss the clean hair smell and the goofy things they talk about. I miss being a mom. I get home in 8 days.
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