Every place I go I feel like a little bit of her heart is left there. I love people. I love green grass. I love children and finding a new village to call my own family.
It's hard being "home" because I had to jump right into a crazy lifestyle of recreation, planning, leadership roles, and family camp. On most trips I come home - look over my pictures and sit on my memories before ever sharing them. This trip I wasn't given that time and I don't like it. My England trip deserves that time and I haven't been given that opportunity yet. There is a chair effect here. Since I haven't had that time I'm not really ready to fully share but I'll get over it. The other thing is that New Zealand is in two weeks... I'm not quite over England yet... so I'm not giving my focus on New Zealand. But will have to soon.
Will I go back? I would love to. Maybe for summer, for school, for fun. I don't know when or how but do know I want to go back... soon. I miss the village. AND speaking of... I got a letter this week!!! It's a short one but it warmed my heart to the brim. I MISS YOU TOO HANNAH!!
How could this not make you melt? I don't care if it's only three lines and 7 words long, it's the thought that counts and I promise that a letter will be in the mail soon. So here's me missing Turnchapel in all it's glory. I miss you. xxxx - megan
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