It's funny how out of the loop I feel.
I know that things haven't changed that much since I left (or so you people say - you better not be lying!) but somehow it still seems like things will be so vastly different when I get back. I was just messaging Jacqueline, who gets to go home in a couple of days (lucky duck) and I told her to take pictures when she does. And part way through writing, I realized that it's because I want to see if something has changed, to see if all the people there are still the people I left behind. I know it's stupid, and maybe overly philosophical, but it's almost like I feel that I have changed so therefore everyone else must have changed as well. I don't know. I've been home alone all day and maybe have been thinking too much. Who knows.
But I just can't shake the feeling that something monumental has happened while I was gone and I missed out.