Дома

So, I would just like to say that I arrived safely. I will admit, it was a really emotional exit on my part. It wasn't because I was nervous or had second thoughts about leaving. More about all of my pent up anxiety and excitement and ambition all coming out of me at the same time. I am going to miss my family, and already do. It isn't in the sense that I thought it would be though. It is coming home and being able to use expressive language and having people understand me, and being to tell the people that raised me all of the wonderful things that are happening in person that I miss. I am not sure what I thought missing someone would really be like, but I guess not that.
When I arrived, it thankfully was on a Sunday morning (no school). My host parents, Julia and Arthur, met me at the airport. Julia handed me a rose, and it is in my room still in a vase. When we arrived about 20 minutes later at the apartment (here it is a "flat"), we put my suitcases into my room.
Julia then asked me "Well, do you feel like you have just arrived home?" Funny thing is, I did.
My mom from the 'States will post more from e-mails I send her. It will be more "newsy" portions. In the meantime I will be learning Russian, adapting to this wonderful new culture, and developing relationships with great people. In a few weeks or months, maybe I will post again myself.