after a month of traveling, I am very very happy to be back in Norwich, in the comfort of my own bed, space, and bathroom.
mentally preparing for the rest of this month. gonna be rough.
was told last night that I have a paper due tomorrow at 3. where is my mind these days?
Real windows framed as T.V screens (Project), 2014 Ibon Mainar
"if this was history" keeps replaying in my head.
we went to the bar downstairs to ask for a glass of water after dance practice and she turned to me and said that when she once visited a small country in Africa she learned that the phrases “I want” and “I need” mean the same thing. that there is only one way to say both. she then asked, “doesn’t that say a lot about the people there?” well, doesn’t it? people now a days confuse what they need for what they want. do you want water, or do you need it? or both? how about a car?
has someone ever asked you a question where you wanted your response to be a quote you heard in a movie once?
that’s me all the time.
like, the other day someone asked me “so, what’s your thing?”
I wanted to say “I’d like to think that there’s more to someone than just a thing” and seem alluring and what not. I said some variation of that but failed in the aforementioned.
am I the biggest cheese ball you know of in human form? probs.
I can’t believe that I have been living in England for the last 7 months. holycow. I might just have culture shock when I go back to New York. But, what I can’t believe even more is that I have a mere 2 months left before I go back home… 2 months of travel and unfortunately exams and projects. My last day of class is April 4th- insane. In retrospect I’m glad I didn’t decide to stay in England for just a semester, but I still believe that staying for a year is just as emotionally exhausting because when you’re completely adjusted and have made friends that you know will last a lifetime, you have to leave right before you know it. I’ve grown here, a lot, and I can’t wait to see how that growth will manifest itself when I go back. As my facebook newsfeed becomes filled with exciting statuses from sophomores being accepted to study abroad I can’t help but smile (I want to hug them through my screen, someone make that possible!) because they have absolutely no idea how impactful and life-changing an experience abroad can be.
btw, my accent is still very American- not even remotely British.