going home. soon enough.

Looks like I may have officially booked the most important flight so far: the one home. Unofficially I'm now flying home on May 23, a week earlier than originally planned. I am fairly confident I made the right decision. I mean it's only a week, but it means a week more at home. A week more to be with my family and play with Max and eat food that I haven't eaten in months. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss the familiarity of being in an environment that isn't foreign or strange or whatever. Scotland has grown on me, sure, but as corny as it is, there's still no place like home. And even though it's only a week, it means my time here got a little shorter, which maybe shouldn't make me happy but it does. Like I said, I miss the three Fs.

I also booked flights to Alicante, and then from Barcelona to Glasgow, so that's good. Spain will be beautiful I'm sure. And hopefully warm! Still haven't finished the other spring break plans but I hope they will all come together this week. Thankfully there's only two weeks left of classes and then I'm free until exams. I like it better here, but I'm still not sure if I'm in love. The funny thing is I don't think I really ever will be. Edinburgh is beautiful but it doesn't suit my personality. I need big, loud and diverse. I need a city that never sleeps, let alone closes at 3 a.m. I need a subway system, I need crazy cab drivers, I need restaurants to be open 24 hours a day. Sounds weird but I tend to enjoy a chaotic urban environment. I'm glad I figured that out now.

Part of me always wonders what exactly I will gain from this whole experience. I think I'm growing up and learning about myself but at other times I'm not so sure. I think maybe the most important thing I can take away from all this is simple acceptance. Acceptance of me.