It’s weird I thought I was past getting sad about trivial things but as I sit here packed about to leave to return home a big chunk of me does not want to go.

Another part does of course as nice as this is it is at least for me not my home. And a home is where you should be happiest.

So although sad I am happy to make the return I just hope the crossing is not rough and I can sleep because I did not on the way over.