So…I kind of suck at blogs. Let’s not pretend that’s a surprise. But, I’ll be home in a week and that’s kind of exciting/ I have an exam tonight, but I can’t possible read convoluted BS about investment anymore.

The last few weeks have been a bit of a roller coaster. I had a bit of a minor break-down yesterday that was spurred by my insomnia causing me to have about 10 hours of sleep in the last week, a few beers, and the weird love-hate relationship that I have with Morocco and the people in my program. I’m incredibly apprehensive about my return to the real world and my return to responsibilities and advanced coursework and language classes where I actually learn something. It’ll also just be a relief to be a part of something again and to have a place in the world again. My biggest problem with Morocco has been that I never really felt like I had a place with the group in the program and that I got too lonely.

Regardless, I’m going home in a week and I will look back on Morocco with fondness. I’m going to miss couscous and extended coffee breaks during any part of the day and mint tea in the morning and the simplicity that encompasses me on a daily basis. I’ll never possibly be able to re-create the adventures that I have here and I accept that. There is no other place in the world and no other time in my life that this experience could have been possible. As painful as the experience has been, there was no other group of people who would have forced me to grow in the way that I did throughout these last few months. Being here has made me so much happier with myself and my little odd quirks and characteristics. I might not have meshed with these people, but I stayed true to myself for my whole experience in Morocco and that is something that I am proud of.

In the end, I think I’ve fulfilled all the clichés about Americans studying abroad. Who knows, I might not be able to get out of the country (I’m an illegal immigrant right now) and I’ll be able to explore even more?