I miss home.

One week and I miss home. This is the norm and usually happens this way, but it's just not great when I am on holiday and a lot of the things I do or that happen remind me of home. I miss a different person each day and recently it has been people I don't expect to be missing. Not that I don't love them, because I definitely do, it's just that they're people who either have annoyed me recently or I don't usually miss them, regardless of how much I love them. Today: mum and dad. Weird. I miss them so much. I have spoken to mum today but I just miss her because she has her ways which no one else has. And I haven't spoken to my dad in a week. It just feels longer because he hasn't text me and I am across the world from him. I think when I am reminded of them in a bad way it makes it worse. Maybe that's why. Who knew my dad had a personality twin.

I like to be in America!

I have been here for four days and I already love it. Church is awesome and I met an extremely nice young boy there. If only I was around for more than five weeks and we could get to know each other better! Maybe 5 weeks will give me time. Four days is not exactly a lot of time to have gone by and me to have received an invite out from said handsome fellow. The rest of the surrounding area is equally as beautiful and of course Tariq, Audrey and Isabella are a delight, and a pleasure to know. I am so blessed to be a part of their family for a short while.