Is this what homesickness feels like? With two weeks remaining in Europe, this was a question I began to ask myself with disturbing regularity. While there hadn't been any time during the trip where I was unhappy to be over here, the effects of extended travel started to show its ugly face. I found myself longing to be in a place where I could put on fresh clothes and fall asleep in the same bed each night. The novelty of learning to communicate in a new language every week waned and was replaced by the desire to convey thoughts and desires without having to resort to an extensive game of charades.
Ironically, I don't have much more of a place to call 'home' in the US than I do abroad, but as I count down these final days I still find that I am eager to return to the familiar. So, please lay out a fresh pair of jeans, a clean set of sheets and order up a carne asada burrito for me - I'll be home soon!