Oh, hon. :( I should have warned you that coming home is so much worse than leaving, really. Life will be full of stories that begin with "There was this time, in Ireland...", until you start to worry that your friends are sick of hearing about it, but you have good friends, who won't get sick of the stories for a long, long time, and if they start to, there's always LJ and filters. Not everyone will understand, and not everyone will want to hear about it, so find the people who do (shouldn't be too hard around here :). Everything will be all right, even if it will never be the same again. Oh, and if anyone gave you goodbye letters, DON'T read them on the plane: you WILL cry, and you might not want to do that in front of strangers. ;) *hugs* Write me if you want to, or need someone to rant about returning home to. :)
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What is this place we call "home"?
Date: 2006-06-01 07:41 pm (UTC)I should have warned you that coming home is so much worse than leaving, really.
Life will be full of stories that begin with "There was this time, in Ireland...", until you start to worry that your friends are sick of hearing about it, but you have good friends, who won't get sick of the stories for a long, long time, and if they start to, there's always LJ and filters. Not everyone will understand, and not everyone will want to hear about it, so find the people who do (shouldn't be too hard around here :).
Everything will be all right, even if it will never be the same again.
Oh, and if anyone gave you goodbye letters, DON'T read them on the plane: you WILL cry, and you might not want to do that in front of strangers. ;)
*hugs*
Write me if you want to, or need someone to rant about returning home to. :)