Getting on the bus to go to Sini, I realized how alone I am. For the past three weeks I have been surrounded by people from home, but today I left them and set out on my own. I try to convince myself that I'm okay and that everything will turn out fine. But yet again, I scared to death... why do I do this to myself?? When ever I get homesick or scared I remember the feling I got standing at the base of the Acropolis and the feeling I had gazing at the pyramids. Those moments make the fear and homesickness worthwhile. Those moments define me.... Today on the bus I realized how far I've come. Most people live their entire lives talking about their dreams, and never living them. But at 17 I made a decision that I wouldn't be like that, and I left home to follow my dream. Its over a year later, and I'm still living it. I hope and pray that I may have the courage to never stop.