So I am back where I started, living back with my parents. Already me and my brother have argued.

I moved back in with my parents yesterday until I got sorted, bearing in mind my brother is 40 years old, and has been unemployed for 2 years, and has never moved out of the family home. I find him incredibly selfish, as five minutes after I move in he is asking me for money which I supposedly owe him. Not only did I find this offensive considering the experience I have had for the past three months and have come home penniless, he has also told my father that I owed him £300. My father gave this to him not realising I didn't owe him a penny. He has lied to my dad, and has insulted me.

I sit here wondering where I have gone wrong, feeling incredibly lonely, wondering if I made the right decision to leave Amsterdam. I miss it terribly, and wonder if I will ever get back there again and lead the life I so much crave for...