The more I think about going home the more it scares me. I want to go home and I know I will, the dates are constantly changing but I want to be home next year.
Ultimately it comes down to change. How much I would have changed, how much my friends have changed. I am not too concerned about my family, I know they will be a constant in my life.
Its funny, someone asked me what it was like to move away from home and I doesn’t seem as scary as going back. Ive got a good base here but I have a better one at home. Life is just so different here.
I want to go home when I am ready and because I am not ready right now I think that’s why I am concerned.
That should ease my anxious mind for the moment.