I’ve been fighting this for a while. If someone said, “Renee, you can stay here for free (and legally) if you shovel this shit every day.” I would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

This isn’t happening, no one is asking me to shovel shit. I’ve tried to stay overseas doing volunteer opportunities that supplied me with a place to stay. I’ve milked every opportunity and applied for every job. And right now, this isn’t working for me.

The big takeaway is: this isn’t the end.

When you’re traveling for some time, and

1. Your finances have run out

2. You cannot legally do it for much longer*

3. You are concerned about where you are going to lay your head at night.

You have to make a decision, even if it isn’t the one you want.

I can say this now, I am honestly relieved. I lived in the United Kingdom for over a year and have not been home in six months. I miss my family. I miss my cats. I’ve seen a good amount of Scotland. I’ve made the most of this experience. This chapter is done.  My story with Scotland is not.

Going home isn't the end. Far from it. This is me understanding my situation and choosing what is best for me.

I am fortunate. I have a home to go to. I have a bed and a family that encourages me. I am privileged in that sense. It makes the decision easier.

But understand, coming home isn’t a full stop. It can be whatever you need it to be. For me, it is a stress relief, it is getting to see my family, save money and regroup before I go back at it again.

This is far from the end of this adventure.

*I had a Tier 4 student visa which legally allows me to study and work within the UK.

Disclaimer: This was written back in October, I am now situated in my parent's home.