Hostel World is so mean!
Believe me, assholes, I want nothing more… :(
I’ve decided I want to get back into the blogging part of my blog. I get so much enjoyment out of blogs that just tell the stories of their own lives and here I am, reblogging shit just like anyone else on tumblr.
So here I am, in my normal, boring form. Home from studying abroad for almost a month and still dealing with the issues of readjustment. I wake up more often than I like almost in tears from the homesickness. I know I sound like one of those incredibly lame study abroad kids, but Vienna is and will forever be the most perfect place I have ever been. I live in San Diego most of the year, so I have little place to complain about. But Vienna… my heart aches for it every day.
The worst part, though, is what I wasn’t expecting at all. When I left the US in January, I was so afraid I wasn’t going to to make any friends. And what happened instead was that I found a family of people that I’ve come to love so deeply—and we’re spread out all over the country. I miss them. so. much, I’ve started to tear up just writing this.
All the texting and talking and skyping makes it easier. Long-distance friendships are making my understand why long-distance relationships don’t work.
"I wish I was there or you were here or we were together anywhere."
oh san diego airport… I have flown in and out of you many times, but I’ll be arriving in the international terminal in just a few weeks for the first time. It will be so bittersweet…
It’s so funny — I’ve had multiple friends send me text and facebook messages to this exact regard lately, saying that it made them think of me.
It’s just my personal belief that a life lived in one place isn’t a life lived at all, and one that is stagnate is lost…
Living a life filled with so many opportunities and blessings.