I have officially been home a week. And what a week it has been. I got into Philly at 6:30pm on July 19th. From there we went through customs and got our bags and my mom was waiting outside the doors with a bunch of balloons. I said my last goodbye to Julianna and off my family went to get cheesesteaks. From the time I stepped off that plane I was in a bad mood, I was tired and not hungry and I just didn't want to be home. We get to Pat's and I think I was having a bit of culture shock and also I dealt with the situation I had been dreading so I was upset with that too. Let's just say I wasn't the easiest person to get along with. I got home and went straight to bed, and I woke up at 4am and ate my cheesesteak. This week I would go to bed at 5-530pm and wake up at 4am. Luckily I am finally back on American time, I'm glad it only took a week.
I'm already missing Spain a great deal and I'm trying to not hate Fleetwood, but its hard because I just feel like I don't belong here. I'm not really sure why, I just don't. Plus I'm still hurt over the situation but I know God knows what He's doing. I haven't read my Bible all week, and I hate that but it's like now that I'm home I'm so busy when in reality I'm not. So why is it that I can't read it? Why am I not praying as much? What is it about Fleetwood that makes me not do that? Everytime I go somewhere and I get closer to God I come home and it goes away. I know I only have myself to blame and I know I just need to work harder but I just don't know why. I wish I could figure it out.
But I guess this blog is done for now, until I go back to Spain next summer.
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