On Spring Break, I got to spend the day with a very good Japanese friend of mine. It has been a long time since we last saw each other; my (American) family hosted him for a summer nearly three years ago. It's amazing how he's changed it such a short amount of time. He's taller than before, wears contacts, and is more confident in his English. But, he still got the same old electronic dictionary.
Tonight, my (host) family has one of their former home stay students returning for a visit. Of course, I've never met him: to me, he's a new person – a first page. But, for my host family, I can tell they're reminiscing; remembering how it was, seeing how he's changed. The same exact procedure I went through when my friend visited.
Come June, I'll be returning home to my family. My family who I haven't physically been around for four whole months - Ditto, for my friends back at Guilford. At first I thought I was missing out on their lives – becoming distanced. Instead, I now believe that the separation only strengthens our bonds, as it allows us to compare and reflect on our individual stories.