Time flies, and so will my airplane back to America, in less than 25 days.
At first, when I realized I had about 60-something days left, I was only excited. Excited to see my family, to hold my baby brother, to eat American breakfast. But as the time goes quicker and quicker and the weeks start to tick off like hours, I’m feeling something I haven’t felt in about a year.
Anxiety to leave home.