Dreaming by and for Myself

Waking up on a plane is the best feeling since I was dedicating my whole life to studies. I feel totaly relaxed, my body gives me goosebumps all the time, yeah, I am happy. On my way to LA I had to make a stopover in Mexico, course is because it's cheaper, but these 2 hours helped me to notice what I was really doing. This month last year I didn't even know how to start deciding which direction I wanted in my life, but the truth was that my life took a direction by itself. I was challenged daily with the discouragements that I dreamed of very high, it has caught me a few times, but the next day I didn't even care anymore. Nobody took my hand and taught me the way, I taught myself. No, I don't feel lonely because of that, I feel independent. and it’s only because of what I’ve been through that I’m here today. During my second flight I was thinking about my family, there's almost 15 hours since I left home, and I just miss them so much, my mom Chiara and my dad Chris, it was a long hug. So, I'm just wondering will I ever come back home?