“D, what’s wrong? You don’t look too good,” Mom said to me as we sat at the kitchen table following dinner a few days after my arrival. She was right. I wasn’t good. I was far from it. The day before, my mom, dad and I drove up to Pennsylvania so I could say “goodbye”Continue reading “Adjusting to American life”
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On being home
Once we got in the car at Dulles, I was finally able to breathe … sort of. I wistfully looked out the window as trees whizzed by, comforted to be in the car with my parents, but not sure of anything else. What happens now? Where do I go? What do I do? “Your firstContinue reading “On being home”
The toils of re-entry
I clutched my navy blue American passport in my hand, along with my customs declaration, as the United flight I was on braked hard as the wheels hit the runway. America. My heart began to race. Even faster than it had raced the entire 10 hour flight back to Washington, DC from Frankfurt. I hadn’t slept onContinue reading “The toils of re-entry”
D Travels 'Round 