Lately even though I try to push it far from my mind its rather hard not to think about the fact that I'm going home soon and what awaits me there. Maybe I'm just not keeping busy enough. Or maybe its all the people I've come to know. I opened myself up to more people here than I have in years back home. I'll be home in a couple weeks and I'm not ready at all. I'm grateful for everyday out here and don't take for granted that I've been able to do things so many others never will. Still.... It boils down to the fact that I just want to live here. I might have pondered it before but now its certain. Its not that I dont want to go home, I want this to BE home. Theres no grand plan but I think next time I'll be prepared with some way to work here. I go home, work for however long it takes to get back and repeat, its just not sustainable. Not sure if its going to make me stop thinking about it writing it down but why not. End of rant, time for a few drinks and slowly drift back into a care free world....