Home Sweet Home? Bitter-Sweet
I decided to take a flight home, on the 6th.
I was finished taking my week long prescription on the 3rd. I was feeling much better then what I had been, but I still wasn't nearly 100%, or to a percent I could manage through. I was hopeful that over the 4th of July holiday I would recover enough to get started again. My appetite was steadily increasing, and most evenings I was very hopeful that I would be ready to take off. Every morning however, it was like taking a few steps back.
I began to realise my expenses where getting insurmountable, and I was utterly board holding up in my room for the majority of the day. This was not a fun way to blow through my savings. I also began to realise that I couldn't predict when I was going to be feeling good enough to start backpacking again. I began thinking of other things I could be doing, and the euphoria and thoughts of backpacking where beginning to fade.
So, I booked a flight home.
I'm pretty lost as to what I should do next. I have lots of ideas, but nothing is standing out. My first priority is to get better.
