the truth is. i am home.
the truth is. i don't wear a name tag anymore.
the truth is. i don't recognize my name as emily.
the truth is. i miss hearing people try to say 'neh-vehr-s', and then give up.
the truth is. i miss saying 'сестра невэрс меня зовут' a thousand times.
the truth is. i am without words.
the truth is. i adore ukraine and her people.
the truth is. i miss being surrounded by russian.
the truth is. there are no real words to describe my mission.
(she taught my heart to swell wide as eternity.)
the truth is. i am a returned missionary.
the truth is. nothing about my life feels real.
all is as a dream in the night.