Questions without Answers

How can a place so foreign become so familiar?

How can I have more questions,  fewer answers?

How can the place where I am so completely different become the place where I feel most accepted?  

How can a place so broken be so whole?  

How can a place that is far from home be the truest form of home?

How can these amazing individuals I've known for a few short years be the very people who know me most fully?  

How can there be so much joy mingled with so much heartbreak?

How can one explain something for which there is no explanation?

How does one remain hopefully optimistic?