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I've been thinking about going home a lot more recently. It's just more prevalent that I'm going home, now that it's 2006 and only half a term away. It also doesn't help that people keep asking me when I'm going home. Nonetheless I'm not really sure how I feel about my return. In one way, I can't wait to go home and plunge back into that familiar atmosphere and see the people I love. At the same time, Manchester has become another home to me, and now that I've settled here I can't imgaine not waking up to the cloudy, bleak, Manc mornings (or more so afternoons). Not to mention there are people here that I will miss dearly as well. I become uncontrollaby scared everytime I count down the amount of time I have left here...1,2,3, maybe 4 months. I remember when I could still count up to double digits. Oh but c'est la vie. I must come back to England, if not Manchester. This place is so much more "me" than San Diego ever was.
I will return.
I will return.