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Bought my tickets to London to visit my parents in March. Officially going abroad for the first time. I should probably get a passport??
Having that on the horizon brings all my thoughts to spending fall semester in the Netherlands. It was a moment of whimsy when I applied and I think it's really funny that I'm actually going through with it. I am not friends with or even know anyone else who's going, but I'm still going through with it. As much as I love Boston, as much as I love cities, as much as I love and feel comfortable with my friends, I can't help but feel excited about a semester where I won't be able to predict a thing. I like the idea that I can spend a semester experiencing isolated, small town college life, but go literally anywhere I want on the weekends. Just feel, smell, touch, see everything. I knew when I began college that I wasn't going to spend every semester in Boston, but I didn't know that this city would trap me. I feel stagnant creatively, mentally, culturally. The moment I applied to go abroad was a moment in which I knew I needed a breath of the opposite college experience to shake me into the reality of this life. To show me that there are pieces of this world I'll never know, but I can live within for a few ridiculous seconds. To get drunk all over Europe. To appreciate the opportunity being offered to me. To say, "Fuck what I know right now. Fuck being comfortable. I'd rather be uncomfortable."
I was wary about spending money to travel this spring break, but what else could possibly be worth that money? Plus free room and board. OKAY.
My intense materialism, egotism, and depression of the near past has me searching for something a little deeper.
Oh, I got a monroe and I look fly as hell.
Having that on the horizon brings all my thoughts to spending fall semester in the Netherlands. It was a moment of whimsy when I applied and I think it's really funny that I'm actually going through with it. I am not friends with or even know anyone else who's going, but I'm still going through with it. As much as I love Boston, as much as I love cities, as much as I love and feel comfortable with my friends, I can't help but feel excited about a semester where I won't be able to predict a thing. I like the idea that I can spend a semester experiencing isolated, small town college life, but go literally anywhere I want on the weekends. Just feel, smell, touch, see everything. I knew when I began college that I wasn't going to spend every semester in Boston, but I didn't know that this city would trap me. I feel stagnant creatively, mentally, culturally. The moment I applied to go abroad was a moment in which I knew I needed a breath of the opposite college experience to shake me into the reality of this life. To show me that there are pieces of this world I'll never know, but I can live within for a few ridiculous seconds. To get drunk all over Europe. To appreciate the opportunity being offered to me. To say, "Fuck what I know right now. Fuck being comfortable. I'd rather be uncomfortable."
I was wary about spending money to travel this spring break, but what else could possibly be worth that money? Plus free room and board. OKAY.
My intense materialism, egotism, and depression of the near past has me searching for something a little deeper.
Oh, I got a monroe and I look fly as hell.