I've been feeling really moody... hating Europe with a passion one minute, then being alright with it, then actually being able to picture myself here in the summer two seconds later.
My friends have been emailing and messaging me advice, and thanks guys, it means SO MUCH. Really, it does.
I have to say that what has been the most helpful so far is that, thanks in part to that number one addiction among American college students-Facebook- which I'd shunned for oh so long, I've been talking with an old friend who was in the same situation not too long ago. His advice honestly makes me feel like this wasn't the dumbest thing I'd ever done. Remember, I left my friends, family, Senior Ball and Graduation from Saint Joe's behind to spend a phenomenal amount of money on flying halfway around the world to take this opportunity.
During my I-hate-this-place-what-the-heck-was-I-ever-thinking moments, I can't see that this is the chance of a lifetime. I simply stop caring about what I'll have to look back on, and just want to go home, hug my mom, argue with my brothers, pet the dogs, eat pizza and drive my semi-speakerless Saturn 6 hours to Maine to crash on couches and futons.
I guess you can never realize just how much the people who love you really mean to you. Until you're too far away to hug them and tell them that you'll never forget them, it's something you cannot even begin to fathom.
Thank God for the Internet.
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