I was looking forward to leaving all summer - raring to get away for my family for a while. I'd grown tired of being pestered around all day, and wanted to finally start living free of all that.
Now that I've actually gone and done it, I realise just how trivial all of my complaints and 'problems' were. I miss my family dearly, and would love to move back and study there, but I'm torn. If I move back, it would be a huge lift financially for my parents, and a relief for me.
It's not too late to leave yet, and I could spend the next year working to give my parents back the money they spent on getting me here, as well as gearing towards studying back home in September.
The problem doesn't just lie in homesickness for me - I hate the city, the place, and I dread the idea of spending 3 years here.
I'm honestly seriously considering going back, I can't bear the thought of spending 3 years here.
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