Instead of doing something productive with myself, I think i’d rather read Bossypants in 20 minute intervals broken up by sporatic dance offs in the kitchen and browse sessions of fuck yeah tina fey, amy poehler, or some either female persona blogs. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, rainy day blues!
Yes, I admit it. I’m second-guessing my decision to leave for the entire year. Never in my life have a group of people made me feel more creative, comfortable in my own skin, and ready to break out of the suffocating shell that was my inhibitions. And so I ask myself, “Why leave? What do I stand to gain in comparison to what I will lose?” Unlike Europe, these people in their wonderful current state won’t last forever. Things can never, ever stay the same. So why am I always wishing wholeheartedly that they will? I know it’s ridiculous, that I will have the experience of a lifetime, an experience each one of them would jump at the chance for. I guess the problem is that I’m not ready, not yet anyway, to leave my little haven in the Pacific Northwest.
I love you guys. You’re beautiful, and you make me feel so too.
hey, guess what! you’re the best, and I love you like I love pickles, which is passionately and unequivocally…obviously.