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Much nostalgia for my study abroad semester. I talked to my host dad online on Saturday, and he e-mailed me the cutest picture ever, of my host sister holding a sign that says, “HEY LINDSAY, COME SOON”. This time three years ago, I was learning to throw a boomerang, biking around on my gold bike (Matilda), licking ice cream in public (and getting heckled for it) and sinking deep into the kind of contentment that only comes when you’ve made it through a rough spot.