It was not a dream

Since I've been back in the States for this amount of time I have to keep reminding myself "it was NOT a dream". Sometimes I catch myself in a daydream mode and I suddenly remember that no, I have not been here more than a month yet, so why does it all seem like it's been going on forever?

In these daydream dazes I catch myself in, I become reminded of a certain thing that happened in Bosnia. If someone misspells something, for example if I type "I was writing my bog" when instead I meant "I was writing my blog" I look at the misspelled word and immediately think "God". Why? Well Bog (B-oh-g) in Bosnian means God. These unexpected reminders flash memories in my mind and then I think "right, I was there".

After these simple reminders I start remembering what little time I've been in the States and how much I have been doing since I got here. Unfortunately it's very hard to share your excitement for a place like Bosnia in a place where people know very little about the place and frankly will only tolerate about a 5 minute conversation about it. It's even more frustrating when you have no one to practice language with.

Because let's be honest..

If I just start speaking randomly, it's just random..

Also, everyone around me is apt to use the phrase "showing off"..

So as close as this past summer is, it seems far away. The experience was significant, the decisions were real, and the people are missed. It's those simple glimpses of the summer that makes me think "what happened to that?" 

I guess I feel like I got used to this normal rather quickly and it's slightly disheartening how I've melded into this place without much talk of this summer. Talking about it is good. With people who are interested. That's always good. 

So yeah that's a tidbit of what I'm feeling right now.

All to God