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It's raining outside, and I'm a bit homesick.  It's a weird kind of homesick though.  If I had to choose between never coming home and starting fresh here or leaving today, I don't know which one I would choose.  It's hard making friends when you now that in 3 months you may never hear from them again.  I miss family and having dinners together.  The amount of work I have to do for class is just piling up, but it's the last thing I can think about.  I'm in New Zealand, I want to go climb a glacier and jump off a bridge and have a cup of coffee at the top of a cliff.  This whole independence thing is tough.  At least there's people back home who love me for me :)