I've been a bit of a negative nancy lately. I let homesickness get the better of me and ended up in a constant self pity-party. While I miss everyone back home, I need to remind myself that I will do this once and there is no point in wishing my remaining time away.
I'm getting all cranky about the nights / days out that I am missing and not looking at the big picture. I can count on one hand the events that I have been most upset to miss. I need two hands to count the amount of countries I have seen in the past year.
I'm getting all antsy about the changes people are making with their lives back home and in the past year I have had 5 different jobs and 4 different houses and about 100 different plan-of-attacks. Not to mention the replay of that that will most likely happen when I get home as well.
Dude, chill...
Less than a year. Less than 365 days. Its nothing.
I'll end up coming home and wanting to be back here and missing the life I had here. I'll miss it like I miss my home right now because for 2 years of my life, London was my home.
Ahhh, I'll survive :-) Whats life without a couple of curveballs, right?
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