Last night I spent some time with my family, specifically my brothers. We were sitting in my brother's, Bryan's, room, along with my other brother, John. We were just talking. Suddenly, I realized the show on the television sounded both surprising and familiar.
"That is just the way the call to prayer sounded!" I said.
"Oh yeah?" Bryan responds.
Then I opened my eyes. The sound wasn't on the television, it was outside my window at 4:30am.
Oh, that's right, I'm not at home.
I think this is something that is going to slowly dawn on me over a period of time. Even though I think I've accepted (and am excited) about this new change for the next two years, of course I am going to miss home and everyone there.
And a week from today I will be living with a new family.
East Coast Road Trip to Brown
1 year ago