I never really thought I would feel this way, but after 7 days of eating, sleeping, waking up and traveling with my family, I really miss them now. There's a feeling of an empty space around me, no warm hand to reach out and hold while I'm walking along the streets. No one to talk to when I turn around. No one I have to wait around for, nor waiting for me.

I thought all along that I had an independent spirit, free like a bird leaving the nest to fly anywhere without a care in the world.

But now there's a little sliver of doubt nagging at me, that it may not be as easy as I imagine to up and go for a new life in a foreign place...