So many things in my life that I cant put into words. I keep a paper journal too, once that I really havent even touched since 2007.. anyway I was trying to recap seven months of my existence last night and I just realized how ridiculous my life is. When I'm home, I feel like nothing is happening and i have nothing to write about, but then I go on these countless trips month after month and so MUCH happens that there is no possible way to describe how these parts of my life make me feel.
I don't know if this is the most healthy way to live, but to me, it's worth it. I wouldn't give up the friends I have all over and the time we spend together for a more "normal" version of life here at home. Regularity is relative, and I'm not unhappy, so no complaints.
Although it would be nice to not fall for boys who live 1800 miles away. That's a tad inconvenient. But again! I'm tough. Hardly have reason to feel sorry about any of it.
Portus was a blast. I love everyone. Thanks for yet another fabulous week out of my life.
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ohappyfair) wrote,
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