It's been a long while since I last blogged. Since then, I have left my friends and family at home once again to venture out into the world. And now that I'm here, I'm scared.

Home isn't a place I really have right now. I mean, there's a place I go home to every once in a while now- but it's where I grew up. It's a place where only my family and close friends keep me sane. It's a place full of memories, part of which I'd rather forget than live through every time I visit. But it's also a place of love and safety.

Now, I find myself in the middle of a strange state with a sister six years older than me, and with almost no one of my own to talk to, and no where to really go. I feel as though I am perhaps a baby bird who has jumped out of the nest to see if I am able yet to fly, but has not quite realized if my wings work or not. I'm falling towards the ground, and in a very soon upcoming moment I'll know if I'm going to fly or fall.

I miss my mom and my sister and my dad. And, although I never used to get it when I was younger and away at camps, I'm feeling more than a little homesick right now.

I must be crazy for moving out here. But it's something I needed to do for myself, and it's too late to turn back now.

I hope I make it through the summer.