...and I still feel slightly out of place.
The night before yesterday I had a nightmare. I was hurriedly packing my stuff. I was anxious and worried and sad. I was leaving Chicago. Again! As if leaving once hadn't been painful enough.
This night I had a dream I kept wishing wasn't just a dream - I had gone back to Chicago to visit my host family. I remember clearly being in a living room, watching a movie with Ray, Aaron and Jordan. I was so happy to be there with them, that when I woke up, I refused to let that dream drift away, and went back to sleeping.
I miss them and it hurts.
