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It is weird to say that I am back home when I just landed to Boston but the truth is I missed not living out of bags on the floor. Having my own house and my own space and drawers and kitchen utensils and food in the freezer is different. And it (oddly enough) feels like home here. There is snow outside but not too much, and life seems to have slipped back to normal easy. Teeba picked me up and we ended up discussing courses until now but the jetlag did not let me go on anymore. As Yunus speaks on the back to make sure I know what tomorrow’s class is about it feels weird to think this morning I was talking to the Millennium Promise and brainstorming about international development. The grades are out and were (finally, in a way) average which probably proves the point that I spent way much time on courses last semester and enhances my will of spending ever less. I am happy to be back I guess, it is a nice feeling. It is always better to arrive than to leave…
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