I think I am genuinely fearful that I won't have friends upon returning home.
It was a crazy year and especially past semester. What if I lost all of the connections I made? What if I return to America and no one remembers me? I see everyone busy living their lives, caught in a whirlwind of social activity, and while I am loving the friendships I'm creating here, I have fear about the return. I'm not entirely sure how rational the fear is, I'm also occasionally afraid that I'm not actually engaged and getting married to Samuel, and I recognize that has zero truth to it. But being across the ocean in a distant country where daily communication is an impossibility, it has a tendency to make one feel lost & forgotten. I'm thankful to those who have been faithfully emailing me and from the texts that a still get from a few back home, but the adage still springs in my thoughts: out of sight, out of mind?
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