I brought a small photo album of pics of family and friends with me here.  I don’t go through it very often as I’m afraid it will make me too homesick.  But, yesterday a few of the volunteers here wanted to see my friends and family back home, so I pulled it out.  I figured with going home tomorrow and feeling really sad about this trip being over, I could use a little homesickness to balance it out.  (Sheesh, I sound like an emotional masochist…I might as well just start cutting, huh?) 

As I was going through the pics, I definitely did start to miss you all a lot and get really excited for walking off the plane on Saturday, but I was expecting that.  What I didn’t expect was to have this overwhelming feeling, “Holy crap, I miss nail polish.” 

(This pic isn’t in the photo album I brought, but I saw it going through iPhoto albums to find the one I wanted and it’s too amazing not to post.  Plus, there’s nail polish.  Me reliving my I-have-braces-closed-mouth-smile-chin-as-close-to-my-chest-as-possible-bat-mitzvah-pic that my grandparents have up in their house.  Meta awkwardness…does it get any better?)