Last-minute hesitations

It's hard to go back after being gone so long. I'm afraid that it will seem as if nothing has changed and yet everything will have changed. Or that it will feel like everything is different, when in reality everything is just as I left it. Did I really spend these 6 months traveling, learning, living only to come full circle and end up right where I began? I hope I have grown from who I was then. I hope I have progressed. If not, what was the point?

Maybe it's that I want to come back transformed and new while everyone at home remains just as they were. But if I have changed, I can count on the fact that they have two.

It shall be a sharp awakening when people who once were assemble like parts to create something beautiful no longer fit together as one into the mold.

Is it I who has disturbed the sweet unity? Is it them, did they change?

No, it is the inevitable outcome of us all changing.

These are the exaggerated and over-dramatic fears of an 18 year-old who has just lived through her longest period of time away from to date.

Ça va aller, je promets. Je survivrai.