I have some of the best siblings in the world. I really do. They're supportive, they know how to make me laugh, and I know, no matter what, they will be there for me if I need them.
In a time where I feel completely ungrounded and homeless, torn between two countries and three families and who knows how many responsibilities, I know I can count on them to help me through. I have these two wonderful safety nets, and I am going to miss them like crazy when I head back to England. I never really realised how hard being away is until I come back. I don't know if I really am willing to give that up permanently, or even for longer than this program. I don't know anymore. I know myself well enough to know that I flip flop back and forth enough between these emotions that I'm sure within a month of being back I'm going to be so sold on England that I won't believe I ever wrote this post.
I guess the main focus is that I need to be patient. I need to know my limitations with people, with my own family, and I need to let go. This isn't home anymore, and I need to figure out what is.
