Faces

I walk around Dijon and I see faces of people in the States. I see the holy cross students, I see my best friend, I see my family. I don’t know if it’s because I miss them and so I’m searching for them around every corner, the images of my loved ones are pushing out of my eyeballs or because life is beginning to blend with my life in the sates. Either way, I cant wait to see the real people!