Today, I talked to my dad. He asked how I was doing, and I said Horrible. I’ve never found a reason for me to even stay here. I’ve wanted to go home since day one, NOT just because I’m homesick, but because I don’t like it here at all. I just want to go home. My dad responded, Do you even see yourself being a photographer? I said Not anymore. I want to go home. He said, We’ll Leisha, if you really don’t like it, come home. After housing is over, just come home. I said, Good. I don’t want to stay here. He said, As long as you tried. That’s all we ask for.