Ten more days.
Ten more days and I'll leave the place where I've spent the last year of my life.
I'm about to go back to a place where life is way more comfortable. Fridge fills itself back up with food when it is running low. Bills pay themselves. Food is always ready... but still, I don't want to leave.
Already feel the nostalgia of the friends made and the times lived here. It has undoubtedly been one of the most intense years of my life. Fell in love with whom I thought would be the last woman in my life. Had the most painful breakup, which left me on the verge of sending it all to hell and going back home. Cried, oh I cried, that's most unusual for me, but I did. Found myself to be completely alone in a foreign country. Met true loneliness for the first time. Got over it. Wasn't easy or very fast but managed to pull myself back together and keep going. Made new friends, good ones, cherished ones.
It was also an academically productive year. Built myself a reputation and made good progress in the pursuit of an academic career. Experienced teaching in a university for the first time.
Traveled, saw amazing places and met fantastic people. More traveling is yet to come, gotta hit the road for a bit before going back home.
Good times and bad times it was all a wonderful time. I will only discover how much I have changed after arriving back home.
When I'll be back, I dunno. Where I'll go next, I dunno. Good reasons to come back. Am I about to have another? We'll see... we'll see
Meanwhile, I have to go.
Oh, I almost forgot: damn I partied here too!!
Ten more days and I'll leave the place where I've spent the last year of my life.
I'm about to go back to a place where life is way more comfortable. Fridge fills itself back up with food when it is running low. Bills pay themselves. Food is always ready... but still, I don't want to leave.
Already feel the nostalgia of the friends made and the times lived here. It has undoubtedly been one of the most intense years of my life. Fell in love with whom I thought would be the last woman in my life. Had the most painful breakup, which left me on the verge of sending it all to hell and going back home. Cried, oh I cried, that's most unusual for me, but I did. Found myself to be completely alone in a foreign country. Met true loneliness for the first time. Got over it. Wasn't easy or very fast but managed to pull myself back together and keep going. Made new friends, good ones, cherished ones.
It was also an academically productive year. Built myself a reputation and made good progress in the pursuit of an academic career. Experienced teaching in a university for the first time.
Traveled, saw amazing places and met fantastic people. More traveling is yet to come, gotta hit the road for a bit before going back home.
Good times and bad times it was all a wonderful time. I will only discover how much I have changed after arriving back home.
When I'll be back, I dunno. Where I'll go next, I dunno. Good reasons to come back. Am I about to have another? We'll see... we'll see
Meanwhile, I have to go.
Oh, I almost forgot: damn I partied here too!!
