I've found I have a second home...

So,
as clique as it is, the title runs true. Perhaps its my third home, perhaps it's just the beginning of a stream of places where I can feel home that will lead me to the conclusion ultimately that we are all just creatures in the same world but regardless, leaving is not easy.
I am such a mess of mixed emotion right now. I can't wait to get home and be with what was once so normal but I fear that it will all feel strange. What will I do when I can't describe my experiences in English, or worse, if no one cares? What's going to happen as I start losing contact with my friends here and I realize that I'll never ever see them again? What about the materialism that I won't be able to escape in the States but that doesn't exist here? This is all very odd. I have a feeling I'll be crying at both ends of the flights for different reasons. oh man. Te quiero Argentina-- don't cry for me!