I'm one thousand miles away from home, and I don't think I could possibly miss it anymore than I already do.
It's not that I don't like it here, I'm just excited to go home, and it's only be 7 days.
Five more weeks. 
I guess it'll make me appreciate home more.

It's so pretty here in Gaspe.
Today I picked a daisy by the ocean and did, he loves me - he loves me not.
He loves me :)

I'm scared that when I go home he'll be different, and everything will start to fall apart again,
I can feel myself pulling away.
I miss being dizzy, head over heels in love together 24/7. 

I miss my mom, I miss my bed.
I miss normal food and normal people.

The french family is so nice though.
I love them.