Coming home...

In the last hours before I head to the airport I am ready to go home. Never have I been more ready. This trip has been fantastic and if I wanted to grow and learn, I have. I have lived the reverse of my life back home. Was it good? For the most part yes. Never again will I have the freedom that I have had here, but I don't want it again. I need structure. I need balance. I need home. I have missed my family and friends constantly and I am so glad that I have made friends out here whom I would have never encountered had I not gone on this trip. I have proven that I can live and travel on my own and a level of patience I did not know I possessed. Sure I won't be able to jet off to Spain or France for the weekend, but I realized something thinking back tonight. Other than a few rare moments never was I so completely swept off my feet that I did not remember Chicago. I did not know I could love a city so much. I've dreamt of it and am ready for my return. Let's hope it's a safe flight and I get to see all my loved ones soon.