home is wherever i may roam

It's been 6 months since I've left London. I think I fell in love with it a little too late. As my time winds down in New York City, I realize just how far I've come in the 9 months since I've boarded the plane for London last June. I've grown, learned, been stretched, and yet I still find myself exactly where I started. It's a very surreal experience to be on your own and working when you know in reality you are still a college student with 2 fully packed years until graduation. It's a weird dream of sorts, and I'm not sure if I want to stay in it, or get out completely, or just find that fragile balance. I think my desire to travel and see more of the world is knocking on my heart, from deep inside, and it's making the idea of being settled in one place a distant notion. I have seen how much 3 months abroad changed me and I think I need much more time away from the USA to fully be content to say that this is home. Britain, it was grande. New York, our time to separate is coming near and the sad thing is, I just don't know when or if ever I will return to live here again. Have I lived it to my fullest? Perhaps not, but I've done the best I could for who I am currently, just as I did with my time in London, and I am content to say that I am a better person for these experiences but still quite open to all the change and growth that desperately needs to occur!


xx