Home is where the heart is?

How did I get here? I thought this was exactly where I wanted to be, but now I just want to curl up in bed and wait until Thanksgiving when I can be with the people I know and love and not be terrified and overwhelmed. I've lost track of how many anxiety attacks I've had since I got here. I keep telling myself to wait it out, it's bound to get easier, everyone feels like this. But I can't stay convinced for long before I fall apart again. NYU was my dream - it is my dream, isn't it? I just miss being secure and sure of things, knowing my way around, having more than two friends in a city. But I have to say thank you to my loved ones who have dealt with me crying over the phone at all hours - I don't think I'd make it without your support and undying faith in me.

There's no place like home, there's no place like home . . .