toughest part about coming home is not the weather, the busy-ness, the responsibilities nor the desire to go back. neither is it the reverse culture shock. rather, it is more of the cultural inertia and the non comprende that one faces. i dont know if i wish i changed less or changed more. i cannot (as of now) come to terms with the conformity that i find myself being forced back in, intentional or not.
but its still good to be home.
even if i really do not know where to go from here.
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