I have returned home..."home." When people ask, I say I'm from Montana now. Out of the 13% of the world I've been, Montana is one of three places I feel at home. Since I've been back, I've traveled 1000 miles traveling to nearby universities and small towns in the states next door. I also picked up hemp braiding. I can't explain how I feel. I don't suppose it's depression even if I do have that impending doom feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm not quite sure how to put my finger on the cause. It is most likely a combination of realizing that I don't really miss my family anymore on a daily basis when I'm not with them, The fear of the rest of my life starting in a week, the realization of a friend who no matter how much I can accept him for who he is won't do the same for me, Or how completely difficult it is to hold true to who I relatively think I am which is completely different than the interpretation of those who live with me. For instance, being scolded right now because I didn't pay enough attention to my aunt's gift because I'd rather relax and have time to think, but obviously that is not my job when I am at "home".