Captain's Blog: Halfway
Last night I had a dream. In this dream, I was making out with someone...and it wasn't J. I woke up in a panic and really sad. Normally when I have a weird dream, I tell him, or my brother or my best friends, Normally all I had to do to share this experience was roll over or send a text message. If I'm really feeling out of sorts, a phone call. I've been in grad school and the UK for just about six months now. As evidenced by my subconscious mind, I miss home. I have been independent since the moment I left the womb (a trait my mother finds ever so worrisome) and was taken aback by the feeling of homesickness. I took some self-reflection to reconcile with myself the feelings I experienced. For the first time, I have a sense of true belonging. It goes like this, when I left for college it was an opportunity to grow into myself. I was stepping out of the shadow of an amazing older brother who excelled at just about everything, away from the close-knit family, extended famil...