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Frustration, Sadness, and Adjustment: My First 48 Hours in America

48 hours of being home after almost a year of living abroad has been enough to make me feel like a moody teenager all over again.

Home is a four lettered word that can shape shift depending on the lips of the person speaking it. To some, home might mean a place to sleep for the night, while to others home might be the house that they grew up in, and to others still home is not a literal house, but wherever their loved ones are. My home will always be Cape May, the small South Jersey town where I grew up.

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