At first I thought it would be a great idea moving back to England because I've had enough of the half-desert life but I know that I would miss my friends.

Leaving Bahrain was not as hard as I thought it would be. I thought I would cry leaving my friends but I didn't. Its not because I wouldn't miss them, I do miss them so much, everytime going to my lessons here in England I would think of them wishing they were here. But I guess I didn't cry because deep down inside of me I know that I will see them again, maybe not in a few months but in the near future.

I thought coming back to England was going to be fun, seeing all my friends who I was so close once. But now when its actually happening its not that fun. Seeing them again its awkward, they've changed and have grown so much and I thought that most of them wouldn't have remembered me but surprisingly quite a few of them did. I have a quite a few classes with some them and I hang out with one of them everyday, walking to and from school. Some days its walking to and from school with her is quiet its probably because we still not used to each other yet, it has only been 1 week, so not much to expect yet.

In this one week of school it has been strange. First everything is different the school changed with new buildings and new systems. Then everyone changed and is different and still not used to the idea of me being back in England yet. Hopefully it will change soon but personally I don't it will because some of them pretend like they don't know me even though they do remember me. Especially those who used to be soo close with me, but I guess people do change.

I just wish every thing could be the same again just like before I left even if its only for one day. I would be satisfied. But I know it would never be the same again.