I finally decided I needed to get out of the pity party I was throwing myself. Yes, I was home sick. Yes, I was prob acting like a brat. Yes, I left behind a really hot Spaniard! Damn. That last one still stings. But on the bright side... okay, other then seeing my family and friends again, I haven't found one. No. I'm kidding. Life is def getting better. I'm working again. I have a few concerts lined up. My parents said they'd help me pay for the Jeep that I want. So things are looking up. Maybe I got used to living back at home. Nah. That still sux. Maybe I got used to borrowing the family van. Nah. That sux even more. I think I just realized, it's okay to be in "idle" right now. And it's only temporary. I was so used being "on the go" and not thinking. It was a lot of emotions to deal with upon my return. More then I ever realized. My year abroad wasn't just some luxury holiday. It had a purpose and a real meaning. I packed up all my worldly possessions (what was left of them anyway). I left all my family & friends behind (along with all my comforts). I missed out (sacrificed) a few weddings, a few births, all the holidays and some very important graduations (which can leave you lonely). But I needed to get away and as cliche as it sounds, "discovery myself". And I think I did. I learned so much! I learned how strong and capable I really am. Not to mention independent. I did this all entirely on my own! I only hope to continue to grow from it (esp the balls that I gained!). I guess the hard part has been dealing with everything I left behind. I have a lot of emotional baggage to deal with. Just bc you pack it up and store it away for a year, doesn't mean it will go away. I was accused of of running away from my problems once. I did run away this time. But this time I came back stronger.