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Thaya P.

Returning

Perplexed

Confused

Famished

An ocean away,

Yet I feel at home – even without my mom and dad.

Dazed in Athens’ airport confusion,

One hundred-fifty kids surround me.

We are all lost at home.

Day turns to day,

Typical Greek whitewash houses by the salty Mediterranean,

Morning bells,

Afternoon naps,

And nighttime campfires;

Simplicity.

Three-thousand miles from our houses, we are at home.

We came as strangers,

But we leave as family;

There’s no good in goodbye.

Back to the States,

We’re going home...

Or are we leaving it?

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]