Goodness, I felt that I had last posted a mere few days ago, not an entire week. I don’t mind how fast the time has passed though, at least not this time; I’m ready to go home.

I miss my family and friends, and I sorely miss the animals – our dogs Sam and Merlin, and my reptiles too.

I had never meant to be away from home for so long. Summer camp was just two months long, and I arrived little time before it started, to do a first aid course and a swim course in Toronto. I was never meant to stay another month, and I think it’s pushed too far into what I deem comfortable.

It doesn’t help that there is an almost severe personality clash between me and the people I’m with and, although I try very hard to adapt to what they like, I notice that when I catch their eye, at best, I get a very thin business smile.

And it hurts something terrible, because I’ve been putting myself out, and I have purposefully been putting myself into situations outside my comfort zone to try and appease them. Or do something. I don’t know what.

It’s not that I’m trying to make everyone like me – I know that’s impossible; there are too many people on the planet, and each person is too different.

It’s just that I’m here for a month, and there’s an overbearing aching chasm in my chest when it feels like I’m not welcome here. That I’m imposing. And I can’t leave, because I’ve committed to help this place out, for the time that I’m here.

So, yes, I’m ready to go home now.