I am back in London.

Had depressing journey over, with no sleep thanks to screaming toddler in front of me.

I'm feeling weird and confused. I really miss my family. I hate the idea of not seeing them for another year. I hate being poor and not being able to see them more often and after being in their house in TO, mine here seems absolutely shite.

I don't particularly like Toronto, though, and I can't see myself living there happily. I don't gel with the people, and I can't stand the mall culture of North
America.

I'm conflicted. :-(