Change change change

I've changed a lot in these months I've spent in Italy. I've become more understanding, more independent, and I've learned a lot about respect. But after all of these months there's always been one thing that I regret. I wish I would have known about it earlier on, when there was still time to do something. But I waited hoping it would get better. It didn't. It grew and grew like cancer, and now I'm feeling the repercussions. I'm not gonna lie, I'm tired. I've loved this expierience so much, but now I'm not thinking "I never want to go home" like at the beginning. Now I'm literaly counting down the days till I go home. This "cancer" hasn't made me regret my decision to come to Italy, but it has made me realize that no matter how hard you try, not everything will work out. I had such big expectations before I came. About the friends I would have, the town, the family. Almost everything is perfect with my life here. I love my friends I've made, in fact I'm going on a trip to Prague with a few, but this "cancer" just sucks the life out of you. Like I said before, I'm tired. I'm happy when I'm with my friends, but at almost all other times I'm completely exhausted. I'm writing this while I'm feeling down so sorry if it sounds melodramatic, but it just kills me inside to think that I'm letting this "cancer" ruin this expierience, but it's to late now and I don't have a choice. Two months stand between me and my plane ride home. Two. Months. For a lot of people two months would seem like a long time, but since I've already been here for eight, two more months are nothing. For these remaining months I'm just going to ignore this "cancer" the best that I can and make the most of the remainder of this exchange. Thank god my family is coming in two weeks. They couldn't come at a better time. So that's it for my metaphorical rant, ciao.