One more day (!?!?)

I am officially depressed. I do not want to go home. I'm hoping Christmas will help cushion the fall, but I really wish I would be here longer. And what is even worse is that I will be in high school when I go back. With high schoolers. Oh boy. I've spent all my time with people either twice or four times my age or three years old. High schoolers. Some of them are great, but I might go insane spending another five months in high school. That's what I'm looking forward to the least. I'm excited to be back with family again and have hot showers and a luxurious bed and plenty of fresh vegetables and whole wheat bread, but I am really distraught. I've seen mud houses, the most disgusting goat slaughterings, eaten tons of plantain, fallen in love with the children, been called obroni a thousand times, made friends with raggae- loving- pot smokers on the street, met and worked with people from over ten countries and now I'm going back to America. Utah. Wow.