Yep
Two more days here, kids. Today is going to be really really tough on me. I'm tearing up just thinking about it right now. It's really hard saying goodbye to these kids, some of whom I know I will never see again. We have so many memories here. But as the old saying goes, "life goes on." I mean, I do want to come home, but I want to stay here just as much. I will miss these kids, but then I go back and think about it. I miss you guys from back home even more. I haven't played a game of frisbee in a damn long time. On that note, I will be making more and more memories with my friends back home, the ones that have been there for me the past four years. As I sit back and ponder the last year, I think about my friends from back home always comforting each other in the hard times. We had that here as well, but not as much. One memory etches in my mind. It's the days right after Ben's accident. I decided to go over to Marian the day after to be with my friends, to provide some comfort and support. They ended up providing more to me than I did to them. Then the day of the wake. Probably one of the hardest days in my life in recent memory. They ended up providing me with so much support because I just ended up breaking down and crying. So kids from back home, please never change. Always stay the way you are. I'll be home on Friday, and we can continue making our own great memories together. I realize that sounds a little bit weird, but eh.