In which I have a crisis

Apr 21, 2008 01:52

I go home on June 2 which means I have a mere six weeks left in Europe. I don't want to leave not only because I love it here so much but also because I don't want to face the real world as an "adult." When I try to look past my birthday in July, I honestly cannot come up with a single thing. After 17 years as a student, that entire part of my identity will be gone and I'll be... what? Living the real, painfully not funny version of The Office? Um, enough of this. I have plenty of time to dwell on this when I'm home.

Instead, I choose to dwell on the fact that I've completely fallen in love with this country. Part of my being so in love with it might be the fact that it's a temporary situation before I have to go home, I realize that. But at this moment, the only thing I can think of that would be any motivation for me in life is to try to get to a point where I can live, and settle, here. There's barely been a moment since I got back a month ago that I haven't thought about London. And I love Paris so much that it actually hurts. I just feel like... I don't know, there's nothing about California I would ever miss if someday I could just live in either of those places instead.

I think that's enough for 2:30 in the morning. I've been putting it off, but I do want to share my medieval and Parisian "adventures" from last weekend. Note to self: update travel journal.

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