My goal this semester was to not get my photo taken at a stupid club by their stupid club photographers/promoters.
I have failed.
If I said I’m happy about leaving in 3 weeks I’d be lying.
As the days wind down I feel myself drowning just a little more each and every day.
For the first time in my life I legitimately feel like I’m headed in the right direction and I’m absolutely ecstatic about that fact.
My mommy could tell how upset/nervous/scared I was over the phone about going back home in 3 weeks that she just kept listing things she knew I was excited to see. I love my mommy.
Sometimes I get really sad but then I remember HOLY SHIT I’M IN EUROPE.
and then I proceed to have a dance party in my room. Life is grand.
I can’t catch up on American Horror Story, How I met your Mother or the Walking Dead because the internet is so damn slow goddammit. I think I might have to wait until I get back home.
If you don’t want to hear my ramblings about studying abroad and how much it’s changed me, don’t read!
I’m sharing my hostel in Dublin with like 6 girls from Germany and they’re all speaking in German and they know English too and THEY’RE JUST SO COOL.