... And now... it's time to go home....
The girls took me to Boston...
Said quick goodbyes, and jumped out with my luggage.
At Boston Logan Airport
Goodbyes suck.
6 hours later....
A friend posted later that leaving is not the hardest part... it is the memories of moments that continually pop up after. In all the trips that I have been on, this has been so true, and coming home is like coming down from an exhilarating high.... Reality is slow and your home has continued on, without any consideration for all that you just experienced.
I have never gotten so close to a group of people so quickly in my life. I had so many wonderful experiences this summer, I am sure that I will be retelling great memories for a long while.
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