Need to get out of here

I can't, I just gotta go home. At first I wanted to stay since I haven't spent the holidays in DR since I was six, but I just gotta get out of here. You know, as much as I thought this experience living here would make me feel closer to my culture, and undoubtedly I have assimilated to the point that everything that used to shock and annoy me doesn't anymore, but the Dominican culture can be a bit much to swallow sometimes. At least for me it is. I just really need a break from the unrelenting men  (little boys and elderly men) and their incessant hitting on me, the general (and I do hate to generalize) personality of the average Dominican which critizes everything, notices everything, is always trying to find a way to outsmart and jip somebody out of something, especially when they know you're not from here. I'm sick of sticking out like a sore thumb, and of people thinking I'm a money machine (I frieking wish)!! Yes the weather's still great, and I can still drink (and do pretty much whatever else I want) out in the open without being afraid of getting arrested. Even still. I miss my home. I miss my New York. I miss my Bronx. I miss my friends, my mom, my sisters, my niece, my boyfriend (especially him), and I was beginning to become depressed, and Lord knows I can't study while depressed. So I'm out! And I can't wait!!!! I feel like I need to recharge my battery before I come back to harder classes. Yea. I think I made the right decision.