I have exactly 11 days until I board the plane and head back to the US. I’n torn about that– on one hand, I desperately want to go home. Turning 21 without my family was rough. Spending Thanksgiving alone was rough. Finding out my cat at home died was rough. I miss my friends, my family, and my pets so much.

But at the same time, I don’t want to leave. I’ve always known I was suited for living in a big city, and staying and traveling around London has only driven that thought further for me. My family didn’t think I would be able to handle the changes, since I got so homesick living away from home last year, but showing them wrong was one of the best parts of this experience. I can live away from home without getting too homesick. I can live in a big city on my own, and thrive while doing so.

Either way, I’m going to go to Heathrow and board that plane home to New York whether I want to or not.