Anywhere but here.

In my 22 years, I've travelled to a whole lot of places. I've seen intense beauty and heartbreaking poverty.

I've seen the Empire State Building in New York, stood under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, sailed the canals of Venice, drank vodka in underground bars in Krakow, seen the Berlin Wall.

And after every trip, after seeing every new place, falling in love over and over again in so many different corners of the world, I come back to the one place in the world I wish I wasn't.

Right now, my family are over in the states. This is something they usually do twice a year, leaving me home alone.
Usually I relish in having the house to myself, feeling pretty claustraphobic as soon as they return.

But this year, it's different. I really miss them. My house creaks when the central heating is on, and every time I hear a creak or a thud, for a split second I think it's one of my family. Weird, huh?

My mom, as some of you may know, is American.
She's the closest link I have to getting citizenship/residency or whatever.

I was thinking about doing another masters or my PhD once I finish this masters program, but honestly? Right now all I want is to be anywhere but here.

It's frustrating and infuriating. I'm usually a pretty happy person, fairly laid back and happy-go-lucky, but I'm miserable here, and I truly hope that some day soon I'll be able to leave.