Came back home, safe sound and weary from ten hours of straight traveling. As I came home, it was just so good to see familiar landmarks and trees, and buildings, and just Canada.
Ironically, when I arrived and saw my family, it was when I was in the car and really looked at them that I felt an intense wave of homesickness that I had shoved deep inside. It just burst out and I cried.
It could have also come from just being tired, but the feeling of having missed them when I hadn't really came out so strong that I couldn't contain myself, and I hate crying! :)

The presents was extremely fun to give out. I hope nobody in my family felt shafted because I tried to keep it even and nobody getting too little or too much. It all was the same cost-wise in the end, aboutish.

Then the worst thing happened.
I realized I lost my camera. ARRRGH! I had it with me, being ever-so-careful this entire trip, and I lose it the last day!!!! My frustration and just plain anger right now knows no end.
My family surprisingly didn't seem angry about it. I was so sure that they would yell, scream, act in some form of anger, but they didn't, which made it better and worse at the same time. Hopefully my exchange partner still has my pics so that I have some of what I lost.
Cross fingers.

Anyway, it's just good to be home, and re-adjust to the keyboards. :)