With two days left

I do another blog post. But to be exact its actually like 43 hours. Scary...six months gone, and now the moment we have talked about since July 6th is coming crashing down upon us. These 11 strangers have become a second family to me, and the reality is that we will probably never be a full group again. Scary to think. We survived. All 12 of us, we've heard stories about groups being 8, 7, and even 5. In all reality my group should be less, we've had many close calls, many people wondering why they were here, but now its practically done. The end of this work week I will be home. Home, a foreign word now, I've had two amazing homes within the past six months

My lovely lethbridge house:

A lovely small town. My great aunt lives there, and I got to meet her and realize how amazing my family is. I got to work at an amazing job. I had a horrible billet experience, but thats life nothing turns out the way we want. I met some amazing people, people who touched my heart. Fell in love with the flatlands of the praries. I want to go back to Lethbridge again. I grew up so much there, and leaving hurt. But thats all part of growing up

My Quebec City Experience:

I didn't fall in love with my house here. It was just a place where I rested my head at night. So a picture of the loves of my life. Me, Jill, Joelle my billet, and Morgan. Billeting was the best experience here. I had a job that I didn't like but survived. I had the best time of my life rediscovering people that I thought I knew. Quebec City, you challenged us but we survived. We survived.

Now in less than 48 hours I will catch a flight home with my two suitcases, and my backpack with a sleeping bag. I will cry for leaving my family behind, but I will be happy to see the family that I have missed for so long