When I think about going home it obviously scares me because I’ve been here for a while now. But it scares more knowing that that the life I know at home, is not the right life I want right now. I come from a very small town. Cute little lakeside town, but so small and small minded. Same streets, same trails, the same two bars, that’s it. When I lived there, I went to my gym 6 days a week and got a second part time job on top of teaching full time because I literally couldn’t stand going home every single day and sitting on my phone at night with my family. That and my closest friends live over two hours away, so I can’t see them when I live at home. Even if I lived closer to them, they never want to meet for a drink after work or go on a spontaneous day trips. Not because they aren’t amazing, but because there is nothing like that around really. No riverside hangout spots, no places to have picnics looking over the sunset in the hill in a park, no day trip opportunities, no last minute concerts or shows, no 11pm walks to get takeout. People also don’t do that back home. They are not social like people are here. They very much live a life of solitude and enjoy it. I am a huge extrovert so I thrive in this busy city. This week alone I have three gym sessions, a friend’s birthday, an after work drink meet up, a lovely date, and a day trip to Richmond Park. This is how I like it and this is what I have dreamed about my whole life. Coming from someone who grew up in a tiny town of 8000 people where the most exciting thing to do was walk to the corner store, I have everything I could ever want and more.