After being back about 24 hours I've seen most of my relatives. It was nice seeing everyone again, and to be home (at least for a bit). People kept asking if I was glad to be home, but that was impossible to answer. Part of me was glad to be back and see the family, part couldn't wait to see all my friends that I had left behind, and part felt like I had left a part of myself somewhere else. It was so hard to believe I had been in Germany 24hours ago, yet it seemed like a dream, something unreal. It felt as if I stepped out of my life for a year, and was suddenly back in it, everything around me went on without me and left me trying to understand everything that had happened while I was in another life. I imagine with time this feeling will disappate, but will always be there.