One month.

After this week, there is only one month that stands between me and a flight back to California. I've been feeling exceptionally homesick lately, and I think that winter break is the only cure. 

Life isn't always easy, and I certainly don't expect it to get any easier. I try to stand strong, often because it seems like there is no other option. However, sometimes we just need to admit defeat and go home. 

There's quite a long laundry list of tasks and assignments that I must complete before I am dropped off at JFK once more. While they seem daunting, I know that the promise of home will motivate me to take on every single one. 

I feel very confused and lost about a lot of things right now. Life doesn't always give us the answers or the reasoning to why things happen to us in the moment. We might discover these answers later in life, or we might never discover them at all. And that's ok. 

This quote by Paulo Coelho has inspired me with its pure honesty. We are the ones that decide what changes our lives. We make the decision as to what affects us and overtakes our emotions. I don't want to let frivolous things affect me any longer. I'm better than that; I'm stronger than that. 

I will make it through this month. I will make it home--and everything will be ok.