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America is different than I even remember. It's not the people, although they've changed too. But it's the place itself. I guess maybe it's always been this way, but I've changed and so therefore, my view of it has changed. I thought it would be easier to keep up a solid relationship with the Lord. But I get so busy and distracted and it's only been five days. Five days! I put aside feelings and put on my front, hide away and forget the reality of where I'm from. Where I'm from... and what I just came from. Am I really so callous and shallow as this? That I would forget so easily the faces and dirt? Destruction and despair? I am ashamed of myself truly. And I continuously pray to never forget, and look at everything through the blood of Jesus Christ, as I have been taught for the last two years...