OMG I can't believe it. I not only survived a full year alone in a foreign country, but I decided to stay another. And despite many setbacks, I am happier than I've ever been.
So I woke up on my birthday morning to a call from the parents… I thought that was rather sweet of them. I went back to sleep and then go ready to go to work. I heading on the train full of apprehension. It wasn't a short trip.
It takes a different kind of person to decide to just up and leave everything they've known to relocate to a new country. Sometime I get homesick. But my kind of homesick is not craving for home, but rather wishing that things I miss could come here.