I believe it's the feeling you have on a
sunday night before going to bed, that defines how much you love your life and the U.S offered me a quite a lot of good Sunday nights. Most of my closest friends were around, I was exposed to some of the most inspiring people and stories, I've
learnt about so many cultures and saw my own culture in a new light and had a job I was doing great at. Life there was calmer, more peaceful and gave me a chance to be independent.But my parents were on the other side of the world, growing older, by themselves. It just didn't seem right. They've shaped their entire lives around taking care of me. What could be more important than coming back home to them now?