As I look through the pictures of my trip, I can't help but be a little teary eyed. It hardly seems as though that was even a season in my life, it passed so quickly. All of the people I did life with, all of the miles I traveled through the city each day...it already seems like a distant memory.
It seemed while I was there as though there were many hard things that we dealt with each day and yet as I look back on my time there, I can barely even think of those things. All I can seem to remember are the beautiful people I sat next to on the bus, the flower crowns that were made with friends in the village, the fun 'family' meals with all of us crammed into the girls' apartment, the countless games of banana-grams and phase ten played between us girls and the guys on our team that loved being at our house.
I'm so thankful that I wrote things down while I was there, because who would ever want to forget these memories that we will never all have the chance to make again?
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