So for the next four months America is going to be my home. I’ve left my family and friends to work over here, part of me believes that it has come at the right time. A chance to get away from the drama and pain of my past. A chance to find myself again and who I want to be. On the other hand I can’t help but think what if I’ve made a terrible mistake, what if I hate it here. I haven’t started work yet and what if I just can’t do this. I’m stuck here for 112 days and that is a long time with no support system.