My mom left last Friday and things are slowly returning back to normal. My apartment is quiet now, and I'm once again alone. We had a pretty good time, we were able to go up to New York and see old friends. I did not cry at all it was not what I expected it to be, I was okay with her leaving me, I got used to being alone. I'm a thousand miles away from my family, it's been almost two years since I left the Philippines and in less than a month I'm going home. I'm finally going home and it's such a wonderful feeling to be able to finally say that.