Am I really back??

My body is back, my mind isn't. Everywhere I look I ask myself why I'm here, and I have to remind myself of what I'm doing. I know things will get better, but I also know it's going to be a while. I feel like a missionary getting off their mission. In that awkward stage trying to get back to reality. For some missionaries it doesn't take very long, for others it takes forever. How long will it take for me? It was hard for me to cry before I came back, but as soon as I hit the plane and it all became real, I feel like I'm always keeping back tears. Things are so different yet so the same since I was here last. I wonder how all of this will effect my studies in school. I'm so happy, scared, and I don't know what about starting school. I know I have friends there, and I know it will be fun, and I know it will be hard work. But I had all of that in Jersey too. It's just a completely different kind of friends, fun and work.

The transition is emotional, but it's what I need to do. Everything is going to be okay.

It's off from one adventure, moving onto the next.