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I'll be flying home in exactly one month. Finally. I haven't been home since July 2005. I haven't held my mom in my arms for one year and a half. I haven't hugged my brother for an eternity. I can't wait to party with my friends, walk down familiar streets, hear french everywhere, go for a drink with my girlfriends and confide each other our secrets into the wee hours of the morning.

Berlin has developped into home, but well.... just home away from home. I have friends here, I have a social life, a job, my studies, my bf, but... I dunno, I guess home just always stays home, you know what I mean?

The worst thing is, I know I'll probably miss Berlin while I'm over there... AH, the story of my life: always torn between two, always missing one part, always feeling bad for making some side sad/angry. AM I the only one seeing a pattern here?

blog, interrupted

real life got in the way a bit.. I will post in the near future about myself, but for now I have a very interesting post everyone should read in the context of the voting going on right now in the US. If you have time, the whole blog is interesting regarding many other subjects, but at least read the "On military bulletins" post.

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