I decided on an adventure last night. I packed a backpack, bought myself a train ticket and decided to go home.
There is something about going places by myself that is reassuring - a good reminder that I am capable and independant, that time with myself is enjoyable, that my life is made up of more than just one picture.
6 hours later I am here. With Moroccan food on the table, cousins to chat with, and a Settlers game to fall asleep through.