My time here is almost up. Tomorrow is my last day and I do not want to go back home. I impulsively made the decision to come, and it did not hit me that I was actually here until I was riding the bus with my sister on our way to school three days in. I have met such intelligent and real people that have inspired me to become a better person. They make me second guess the people I call friends back home. It makes me wonder if I had the choice to never go back home and not see those people again, whether it would hurt me or just make me a happier and better person.