There's a tiny part of me that wants to move back to the UK.

Not that I don't love being in the USA but sometimes I feel perhaps if I was never brought over here I may be further along in life than I currently am. Let's be honest family wise all I have over here is my little brother and of course my group of friends who are like family to me. My mum died years ago and she was the one who brought my brother and I over here in the first place. I don't know I suppose I've been bitter about my position in life as of late as someone nearing the great old age of 29. I was hoping by now I would have my own career doing something I love with my very own home. Instead what I got is a job that's not really career goals, I share a flat with a group of friends. I love them to death but we are at that age where we need to forge our own paths and create our own legacies you know? It's cute at first sharing a place in your late teens or early 20s but we are all nearing 30 it's time to change it up and get moving. At what point does it become sad? I understand the world is expensive nowadays and we all must do what we can to survive but I was really hoping for more at this stage in my life. I know I have talked about it before but I've really been feeling it as of late. Back in the UK I have my dad, my stepmum and half brothers as well as a slew of other relatives. I saw them earlier in the year and I swear I was happy Alan my entire stay. Perhaps it is just a severe case of burn out speaking and not actually me but it's time to make things happen.