Today was my first day of school. Seven weeks have been gone by since I arrived back in Germany. To be honest, I had no time to write or I couldn't find the right words. Saying goodbye was the worst thing ever and getting back into life was incredibly weird. The first couple weeks I couldn't believe that I was gone for so long and it all felt like a dream. But then I saw all of my stuff from America laying around and just wondered, how was it possible that the time went by so fast and.. just everything changed.
It's getting harder and harder not to be in America.
I was talking to Dillon the other day and almost started crying because I miss Michigan so much, and you know what he said? He said, "Paula, do you remember those times where you were crying because you wanted to go back to Germany? It's the same thing now, just on the opposite side."
It's true. And it's making me mad because I know that I can't be happy on either places because both of them are my homes and I will always miss one of them.
It feels like my soul is just hanging around somewhere right now because it doesn't know where it belongs to.
People are asking me all the time how it was and if I got back into normal life. I know they are just being nice and they are interested to hear about my life in America, but I'm tired of that. I don't wanna be mean, but I can't hear it anymore.
I don't know what to do.
Love always,
Paula
