I Still Don't Have a Concrete Plan

I came back to Perth ready to start fresh. I didn’t have a plan but I knew I had to figure things out in my own home city. A part of me went to America with hopes of finding happiness. Most of my teen years were spent impatiently waiting for the day I could leave, the day I could start living the life I wanted to live, the day I could be happy. I didn’t enjoy Perth. I didn’t enjoy my life in Perth. I thought that moving to a new and exciting city far away would solve all my problems. But I was young, immature and like every other teenager who thinks they know everything—I knew nothing. Once I moved to America, it didn’t take me too long to understand this and after a couple months of tears I was back on a plane coming home.

To be continued . . .