Cliches actually work.

When they say, you gotta let go of the past to move forward. It's true. Recently, it dawned upon me that I didn't actually want to go back to England. I miss it, yes. But if I really wanted to go back and do all over again. Honestly, I'd be bored. 

"Aren't you like contradicting yourself? Don't you miss your friends and the city?"

Of course I do, I miss the summer breeze, the evening sky, the gloomy winter, the laughing and banter... but what I really missed the most is the experience. Would I one day like to go back there? Yes. But not now. Not in the next few years.

The problem with me was, when I left, I never had closure. I wasn't prepared to let go and held it all a bit too close. It's going to be over 2 years now I've returned and I realise, it's only childish to hold on to something past. 

I met an old cat friend of mine yesterday, she was right. I'm growing old and that's a fact of life. Your mind maybe young as it could be but not your heart or liver or hair or bones.

Suppose, sometimes we just need to know who we are to ultimately figure out what we really want. 

All a bit too cliche-y and all a bit too hard.