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so i'm back in brooklyn now. when i booked my flight home, i knew i just needed to get away from new york to clear my head and heal my heart. i knew it was the last time i'd be in la for the next year and a half, at least. i wanted to cram as much in as possible. sure, i didn't get to see everyone i wanted to see and the gloom was a bit frustrating - but the truth is: going home is never really a vacation. and this time i tried not to pressure myself. anyway my trip ended up being very refreshing. when i flew in, i cried as i was landing. and when i flew out, i felt a new found strength. i'm really okay. i can't say it doesn't hurt every once in awhile. i do miss him a lot. but i'm okay. i don't have that pit in my stomach or that lump in my throat anymore. we're on fine terms, with an understanding that we aren't ready to see each other yet - but we have a mutual respect. i came back with a clearer head about it all and i'm excited to focus on what makes me happy.
i really love my apartment. my single cup coffee press, keeping a bottle of wine on hand at all times, and cooking gourmet meals make me happy. i wish i didn't have to let it go when i move to italy.
this week i'm applying for my student visa. i know it's all pretty much laid out for me but for some reason i am nervous.
i am making a conscious effort to be choosy about what i spend my money on.
and just because it's father's day...
i really love my apartment. my single cup coffee press, keeping a bottle of wine on hand at all times, and cooking gourmet meals make me happy. i wish i didn't have to let it go when i move to italy.
this week i'm applying for my student visa. i know it's all pretty much laid out for me but for some reason i am nervous.
i am making a conscious effort to be choosy about what i spend my money on.
and just because it's father's day...