Something that caused me to drastically change my thinking

It took me a day to decide if I was going to come to United States or not. Twenty days after that decision was made I was on the plane flying across the ocean. I had always thought before that that I am a strong person, I used to travel a lot, meet new people all the time so a fresh new start didn't seem like something frightening to me. But after fifteen days I realized that this wasn't one of those trips. It wasn't having fun, meeting new people, partying, and then coming back. Back home. Not until then had it struck me. Not until then had I realized that I was supposed to create a new life, far away from home. I started regretting; Northeastern was everything but a college I was hoping for; it just lacked the social life I was so used to.

Days got worse, I was missing my real home more and more every day; I even got to the point when my mom told me that if I wanted to go home I could just go. But I stayed and decided to fight it. I found a job and saved money to go back home for the winter break. That was the only thing that was keeping me alive. The thought of seeing THEM again.

And then I went home. And I was lost. Confused. Everything was completely the same. But I wasn't. I wanted something more but I couldn't figure out what. I knew more of the world and the passiveness of the life in Serbia was just holding me back from reaching some higher point in my life yet to be discovered.

For the first time, I was certain that I made the right decision to come here. Serbia is always going to be my home, but it will never open enough doors for me to want to move back. At this point of my life, I couldn't ask for more. I have come to the point of self-achievement that I could have never dreamed of.

If it wasn't for that trip back home, I would probably still be wining about wanting to leave. Not today. Today I am satisfied with who I am, and who I am becoming. I appreciate life more.

And I'm spending my summer break in Serbia! :)