I think I just might.
When I was in London over Christmas, I have never felt more at home. I have my family there. I have my friends there. I have a life there. It is not that there is anything wrong with Prague at all. I have absolutely loved the time that I have spent here, and am so grateful for the experience. I have enjoyed this city and everyone that I have met and become friends with, but I have not once felt at home here.
When I started thinking about moving back to London, it felt scary and comforting all at the same time. At first, I felt like a failure. I felt like I was moving backwards. I have already lived there before and was hoping to end up somewhere new. But after discussing the idea with my mom and my aunt, two women who’s opinions I trust the most, they helped me to realize that I am only moving backwards if I allow myself to. Instead, I am going to view this as just another step forward in my story. Another step forward to whichever country I want to end up in next. A chance to take hold of my life again, and figure out my next move.
It will be saddening to leave my friends and my life here, but I know that this is the right thing for me to do. It is a scary decision to make, but fear can be a good thing. A very good thing.
Thank you for everything you have given me, Praha. I will cherish my time here for all the years to come.
This is not good bye.