Also, yesterday was the first day ever that I didn't miss home so much. Hmmm. Not good.

6 weeks to go to probably the most difficult, exciting, amazing, depressing year of my life.

Do I regret making the choice of committing to my choice? Maybe. My chances of going back to what I had are bleaker by the day, yet hope still remains.

Change?

Lots has changed. The people around me. Some people have come in with a bang, while others have faded away. I'm in a new country now. I hate winters and miss summers. I've found the love I have waited for (hopefully!).

But in a way everything's the same. I'm still a loner. I walk in groups but stay to myself. People think they know me but they don't.

Do I know myself?

It's been a while.