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May 22, 2013 So I've been home from Lithuania a few weeks now, and can finally look at the whole experience with some contemplation. I know that I'm glad I left when I did, there were too many things building up tension with the group and the program for it to have gone on much longer without some sort of serious issues coming up. Only now, I'm not only feeling the torn feelings I was for leaving. I dearly miss the students, if it weren't for the little demonspawn sweethearts I would be turned off from ever travelling in any group of sorts ever again, and I know that I'm not strong enough for it to be wise for me to go on my own overseas anywhere. I also miss being in charge of my own apartment - even living with roommates, even being one who had to share a bedroom, I had more space and freedom there than I would have realized if I hadn't made it back home. But I'm glad to be home as well. I missed my family, I missed my rootbeer. I missed being allowed to walk places on my own unescorted, and I missed having, well, options open to me, I suppose. I'm missing my phone charger though. I know it came home with me, I remember charging my phone once since getting home, and losing it soon afterwards. A week ago. Don't anybody call me. Looking back though, I know I was where I was supposed to be, at least in that phase of my life. I'm very glad I did it, and I hope I never forget the good or the bad of all my experience there. Moving on, Elizabeth (Zabe) Gibbons