I had been back "home" for a week after being in London for 7 months and I must say it's difficult to still call it home. It's where my family and friends are, but it feels so different even if it's the same. Maybe it's me who's different... Nothing really changed and I know I would still be in the same place as I was before I left. I'm glad I was brave enough, even if I don't think of it as being brave. Everyone tells me it takes a lot of courage to do what I did, going to a foreign country on your own without family, friends and a job. But for me it was just what I wanted to do for so long and I don't regret a thing.
Do I miss my family and friends? Of course I do. But I still talk/chat with them. I still see my parents every week - everything is possible with internet nowadays.
But why am I writing this here? Well I guess I just want you to know that it's ok to risk something, to chase your dream(s). Sometimes it works out like you hope and sometimes it doesn't. That's life. It's not always fair, but if you never try you will never know.
London feels like home now and I'm grateful for the chance I've got here and the support from loved ones. I'm glad I took a chance...