Stateside

I arrived home early this morning. After a delayed, already long flight I was worried I might never make it back. My dad was waiting for me when I cleared customs. I was finally able to breathe a huge sigh of relief. I hate that my Peace Corps experience had to end that way. I cannot quite comprehend it's actually over, with each passing day the reality might hit me a little more. I am tear stricken and filled with a rush of emotions.

What's next? Enjoy the holidays and allow everything else to slowly fall into place.

Most important, though is that being home feels right. The ground is covered in snow, the house is decorated, ringing with Christmas carols, and the family is gathered together. I was able to peacefully get some sleep in a napping house this afternoon--more sleep than I ever consecutively got in Ghana. I bundled up and hit the streets for a blistery run with the youngest H. I have kept food in my stomach for more than six hours and am looking forward to a full meal this evening, at no other place than the local Moe's. More quality time spent with my now permit holding younger brother(!!!). Perhaps, we'll be totally American by wrapping up this lengthy day with Christmas movie, a warm fire, and hot chocolate.

It's not how I would have written my book of life. I'm 23--completely capable of reintegrating, redefining, and (re)becoming me in time. Land of electricity, I've landed.