Where is my mind?

Ive been here for 2 months 10 days 47 minutes 18 seconds and counting. I have to admit that time passes by really quickly here due to my repetitive routine of work here. I cant say that there were no good times at work but of course there are times when I wish I could leave everything behind with no regrets and just go home. Take a flight home to see my family, friends and my beloved pets. You know the feeling where you wish to seek temporary comfort, even though you know that a vast horizon of regret awaits you after, that feeling. But I think to myself, I cant go home now. I have yet to finish my work here. I have yet to finish my travels. There are so many places and things to see and so little time left. If I have been a coward and took a one way ticket home I would have these regrets instead.

At moments like these, I know there is nothing else to do but to endure and persevere though the hard times. These are strange words to use since I primarily came here to have a good time and gain an experience of a lifetime. But this I guess this is just a part of the experience. Work and colleagues are fun, but sometimes my mind is elsewhere. Maybe not my mind, maybe my soul perhaps. It feels that despite the fact that Im living my life here, I feel that I have a better place to be. I yearn to be somewhere else and I wish I was there at the very moment of the thought. That certain somewhere is of course home. Where else could it be?

Then I think to myself, "what the hell am I doing here?".  But time and time again I would remind myself of the good people I have met here. I have made a new circle of friends here from not only America but also different corners of the world. These people give me a reason to be here. Then I look at the pictures of the beautiful places I have seen so far and the friends I went with and the strangers I met along the way. Truly this kind of experience exist only once in a lifetime. Sure you could take the same path by visiting the same places again, but the experience will be different. The same people will not be there, only the memories you shared or had of them remain. Right now my thoughts are about how I would continue my journey in life without them after I leave. If only the world was a lot smaller.

See what how I would have felt if I took that cowardly flight home?