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I could never put into words how I felt about coming home this summer, but my friend had this in her profile and I think it does a pretty good job of summing up my feelings: "All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist." Being here now isn't the same as it was before...the way I feel about everything is so different. Even though this is "home" I don't feel like I fit in this setting anymore. It's mostly awkward and uncomfortable. I'm so ready to go back to Gainesville, that's where I feel the most comfortable and at home. 14 days and counting...