More plans?

This was not the plan, and I did have a plan. I was to be graduated now, living in the city with people I loved working some silly job and applying to nursing schools and PHDs. Instead I am in a foreign city, struggling to keep up with course work and living alone. Coming here was the best decision I ever made, or allowed other to make for me, but it's draining at times. I am so blatantly American, and so incapable of communicating properly. Sometimes I think I could spend the rest of my life here, and sometimes I just want to come home. I miss American beds, and American showers. I miss knowing where the hell I am and not constantly afraid I wont find my way home.