I just got home an hour ago, and everything here is weirder than I could ever imagine. I already miss the easy going life I had in Indonesia. Ive been telling my parents about all the stories I created with everyone in indonesia. Im probably not the one anyone expected to post a yak afterwards (since its really my first), but life at home is already boring compared to the somehow always eventful days throughout Jokga, Langa, Sampela and all the places in between. Ive been home for an hour an id rather be with you guys in sampela spear fishing or eating a dinner of mie , nasi, ikan, and ayam, all somehow goreng (fried) or talking about our independent study projects, or a whole bunch of other things. speaking of I know i’m not the only who already misses pisang goreng (friend bananas). Our times together were always somehow interesting, and I knew at least a week before I came home that it would be one of the hardest things ive ever dealt with in my life. I thought that maybe I had wasted my time, but as I got home I quickly learned that the trip itself didn’t really matter (though it was great). the people I spent the past 3 months with do. I could spend the next paragraphs explaining what I love about each and every person in the group. or I could just say thank you. thank you for all the advice and wisdom. If i hadn’t done this trip I dont know where id be right now. Probably still in high school bored dealing with drama, finals and graduation (I graduated early just for this this trip). Just know that because of all of you I know that I made the right decision, and one of the first decisions ill never regret. And one more time thank you, I miss it all already.