Couple days ago is marked as the longest I've been away from home, studying abroad in Germany in student dorms and dealing with foreign studies for a whole year. This trip made me (and still does) pull my hair out, confront my identity crisis and self image, and and changed my mindset of the future for better and worse.

While I would never do this ever (I got more than a few stern words about my program), I also admit that I've grown somewhat overseas. I've grown in my art and art style, diversifying the kind of characters I draw and the type of scenes I make. I've made more in-person connections and forged strong friendships. I explored more than I ever thought I would do here. I even started to cut back more on my big back behavior for sweets.

I guess what I'm trying to say is as the time approaches for me to head back home to the US, I gotta look at the good that was done here and appreciate what I have back home. Even if my academic results are Sisyphean at best.

Tldr: I love this place, but fuck this place.