Officially Unofficial Diagnosis

I think I may have figured out what my problem is.

After spending two months in a home with an incredibly loving, caring family and four solid days with Austin, I have come here. Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico. I haven't had a legitimate hug in almost two months, and to be honest I'm going through withdrawals. I realize that not everyone's family gives hugs like mine. Not many people have little brothers that like to sneak in to share your twin bed. I am yet to see anyone with a mother who embraces people as if they were teddy bears. Many people aren't fortunate enough to spend so many consecutive hours attached at the hip to their love. Maybe the people in my little group from BYU aren't cold and unfeeling. Maybe they're just not used to being close to people. In any circumstance, I can't do it much longer. I may never let the poor fool go who first allows me to hug them when I get back to the states. I never signed up for this.