ya know…the last time I was this homesick for another country was after Bulgaria. but even that faded the closer I got to home.
I’ve been home from Slovakia for almost two weeks, and I still wake up every morning thinking about how I wish I was there. I go outside and not only get disappointed by the fact that it is 108 in Texas right now, but I have no glorious view of mountains or trees. I’m in Texas…it’s flat and brown and boring. I miss huge trees, mountains, hanging out with friends all day, getting ice cream every meal, drinking hot tea by the gallon, soup with every meal, and Slovak accents. For once, I miss the food. That has never happened before after a mission trip, that I would miss the food of the country.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being home. I did miss my family and friends and my life here. But compared to everything I did there…life is soo boring here. If I’m not working or with friends, I’m sitting at home. That gets old real quick. I miss the constant activity and the fact that there was always something to do.
I miss the people. I miss the atmosphere. I miss staying up till 1 talking when curfew was 12. I miss looking up at the stars. I miss sleeping with the windows open. I miss the laughter from language barriers. I miss dancing every night. I miss taking naps on the porch in the sun with Marisa and Ruth…while everyone else sat around us. I miss laughing at the interns and the games they came up with. I miss being called Texas Girl. I miss sitting on the porch listening to music with everyone.
I miss Slovakia and everyone that went.
I may come back later and tell stories…but for now, I’m done.
dobru noc my friends. {good night}
Meg
