Returning Home | Thomas

We’ve been home for a while now, and I still had no idea what to write my blog post on. So eventually I decided to do it on the last thing: Coming home. The night before we left for the hotel, that was when it really felt like we were leaving. Or so I’ve been told. I was asleep for all of that. That was the last time we would be in the place that we had called home for the last 2 months. That was when we really got ready to leave. We had to pack our bags there, and there was no real reason to really unpack at the hotel. But even so, the very last night was a frenzy of activity, people packing, and making sure that their bags were under the 50 pound limit. That night was pretty fun. I was done before most people, so I spent a bunch of that time watching Spanish Nickelodeon. Now before you say that I should’ve been out there experiencing life, I was tired and it was like 10:30, and everyone else was busy. So that’s my excuse. The next day was like any other day at the hotel, just chilling on the beach, sipping from girly drinks, and laughing at the people who were in chemistry class. Until about 1:30. When we all loaded on a bus for the last time in the D.R. to head over to the airport. Some people were freaking out, other people seemed glad that they were going home, but I was right in the middle with my feelings. I wasn’t jumping for joy, but I also wasn’t whining about how I was going to miss it. When people asked me how I was feeling about leaving, I could sum it all up in one word “content”. Even though the trip was awesome and it was probably one of the best experiences I will ever have, I was ready to go home. I wasn’t ecstatic about it or anything like that, but I wanted to see my other friends again. I guess my family was back home too. The flights back were basically like any other flights. Exactly the same as the fights coming down, but backwards. And more lineups. The highlight of the trip back was eating Wendy’s when we were stopped over in Miami. As soon as we were given the “ok” to go and get stuff, me and a couple other guys b-lined it for the nearest burger joint there. Although I was really surprised at the lack of a McDonald’s in a big American place. So we had to settle for Wendy’s. It was still the first burger we had had in a month, so I think that even a burger from Jake’s Wayback Burgers would have probably tasted good. (Google Worst Tasting Burger Joint). It may have been the best tasting burger I had ever had. Then we hopped on the plane and went back to Canada. Normal plane ride. Nothing worth writing about. Then we got home and everyone had a different experience. I you really want to know, then go talk to someone who went through it, because my experience went like this:

1. Talked to friends at the airport
2. Saw family
3. Got in car with family to go home
4. Got home
5. Talked to family for 10 minutes
6. Sat on couch
7. Went to sleep

Other people have much more interesting stories. So you should really go talk to them about it. 

I’m done now.