Going home

So once again my life is packed away into boxes, except this time I'm not going somewhere I particularly want to go. Home is nice in small doses, but ever since I left home for university, I've never really felt comfortable there. It's constricting. I'm no longer independent and there is no such thing as privacy. I have nowhere to go to be by myself and I won't have my friends to distract me from how shit my lifes become. It's going to be difficult.. then again everything in my life has been difficult lately so why should this be any different? I don't want to leave.. but I know I can't stay.. I know I can always come back and visit, but it's just never going to be the same.. *sigh*