"Oh, it's noon back home."
Then I realized I actually was home. My heart sunk. I miss you Argentina. I still haven't changed the time on my watch. I feel that I'm not ready to let go of that memory.
I've been home now exactly a week. It doesn't feel real at all. I've been quite the hermit just staying in my room, on my computer talking to the people I miss.
My heart broke that early Monday morning when I had to say goodbye to everyone at the UAP. I was still making friends up until the last night of us being there. I cried saying goodbye because I honestly don't know the next time I'll see any of them. Sure, there's Facebook and Skype, but it's just not the same. Saying goodbye at the airport was even harder. These guys and girls were my rocks while I was down there. We all live in different states and go to different colleges. Who knows when I'll see them as well.
I haven't really seen any of my friends that are back from college. I don't know if this is culture shock or what. But I miss the life I had down in Argentina. It was so simple. I didn't have to worry about trying to get the drug screen test done for my job this summer, or the fact that my license expired and having to study for the test I'm taking tomorrow.
Everyone's life is on the fast lane and I just want to be cruising again. I used to be the one with a plan for everything. Part of that will never leave me, but I've chilled since being in Argentina and just letting things happen. It's hard trying to adjust back to this fast paced life.
But what I miss the most are my friends. They got me through a lot while I was down there. Thank God for texting, but it's still not the same. I'm used to living in a dorm with my closest girlfriends. Where I can just walk down the hall and ask if they're going to lunch. I was so used to spending so much time every day without them, that I'm somewhat depressed without them here with me. I'm stuck in Illinois where I don't have a lot of friends because of the distance of going to another college out of state and it's the year of internships. Spanish is constantly flowing through my veins. Any time I hear that latin beat in a song, it reminds me of all the fun times I had, learning the culture and watching my Argentinean friends sing the lyrics to all the songs and us Americans pretending to know the lyrics. The other day, I was going to ask someone a question and I almost asked them in Spanish, but then realized that they could speak English.
I feel out of place here. I don't know how to fit in, but I think it'll just take some time. But suddenly I miss everyone. I want us to be all in the same place and just having fun. It's funny how even after 9 months, I know some of these people I'll be friends with for the rest of my life.
I'm still getting used to the food. Since it's summer and I don't have a car I have to make all my food. I don't remember how to make a ton of what I could from last summer. It's a rough life because I can't just go to the comedor and pretend to enjoy my meal.
It's so good to be home in my own room and my own bed, but there's a part of me that will always miss Argentina. Argentina will always be apart of me for as long as I live. I guess you could say I could call it home, since I did live there for a year. Argentina opened my eyes to be the person that I really want to be. How I want to live my life. I love you Argentina!
