I can’t handle seeing the same group of people every day.
I am about 99.9% close to punching someone.
Fuck small ass towns.
the family cat come in through the cat door, which makes a loud smacking sound, and meowed like a person pretending to be a cat would meow in the middle of the night.
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how i got a heart attack at 2am by a fucking cat.
farm life ain’t cutting out for me.
please take me to a big city, full of clubs and bars.
every time i look at the news i get so fed up with all the different conflicts yet same issue that i slowly feel myself giving up on even trying to comprehend what’s exactly happening.
as someone who is looking into a diplomatic career, i can not feel that. but it’s really hard not to when this is all you hear about.
The frustration is real though.
Living in a small town is not the only reason I want to go back to a big city. I want to go out and do crazy shit with a bunch of random people and maybe have a meaningless night so I don’t have to see them ever again.
the hardest thing about traveling and discovering new cultures, ideas, and feelings is not just adjusting to it but keeping your head straight on the path.
Of course you will miss “home.” You will look back and see pictures of the beautiful city that gave you so much on Facebook or anywhere in general. You will see a picture of the place you fell in love for the first time, or a picture of that park bench where you and a friend spilled out your hearts because sometimes you just need to cry it out. You will see everyone back there continuing their lives and maybe you will feel left out. Missing birthdays, weddings, or maybe just the usual crazy weekend nights out.
And then you feel guilty. For simply not being there. There are mixed emotions and thoughts about if you never left in the first place, would it be the same or better or worst?
Forget about all of that. You’ll know who the real friends are to keep in contact no matter how long or how far. the same for family.
It’s okay to look back sometimes, to see where you came from. But always keep your mind moving forward because that’s honestly the only that matters.
Rule #1 when it comes to traveling, especially alone
Don’t wait for anyone.
but i like feeling important when i handle crucial information.
but i like partying.
i don’t want to grow up.
How to plan a Europe trip on a student budget: Cry. A lot.