Being at home, missing home...It is so weird... I'm at home, but it isn't home anymore. I'm speaking in Spanish all day, but I'm missing some words. I'm with my friends, but I'm missing some of them... I'm here, but I'm not... I wish I could be there, but I don't wanna leave... It is so confusing, having homesickness while I'm here. But I like the idea of having a little piece of me on each hemisphere.
