IS IT TRUE!?!?!

Am I home? I made the comment when someone asked me if I was going home for Thanksgiving or Christmas that San Antonio was my home. At the time, that was more of a desperate attempt to make myself believe it; hoping that at some distant time in the future it would actually come true. It’s kind of hard to believe that time is already here. Exactly 3 weeks after I first set foot on the soil of San Antonio. I think it’s the fact that my mom and Lexie left, so I don’t have the anticipation of anyone coming to visit (at least in the immediate future). Also the fact that we’re in training and so now my anticipation is completely focused on what I’ll be doing here and the people I’ll be spending the next 10 months with. I realized last night when Lauren and Liz were talking about being homesick that I’m not. It’s because I’m home. I can do this. I can go to a completely new place with completely new people and survive. No, thrive. I know there will be ups and downs. And don’t get me wrong, there are lots of people back in Georgia that I miss a lot a lot. But it’s not a hopeless longing like I thought it would be. It feels natural. I still talk to them, I still love them, they’ll still be a major part of my life, and I’ll see them soon. Until then, I’m content to be home. I don’t feel like I’m waiting for my life to begin anymore. I’m living. Passionately. And it feels amazing.