3 months
3 months left.
thats what.. 90ish days? plus two weeks of traveling. plus 20 hours of panic attack about not wanting to leave Italy. plus about 4 really excited hours to go back to SF.
I've come to realize that I'm the type of girl who can fall in love and get her heart broken within the span of a week.
...and I love it.
Because, face it, it's so much more fun.
What would they say if I never came back? They would ask all these insane questions. They would call me crazy, irresponsible, selfish. I would say... you don't know me anymore. hell, I don't know me anymore. (I'd come home for my grandmother, though. )
But, lets face it, it's so much more fun this way.
I could think about all those things I'm missing: burritos, good concerts, big beds, speaking the same language as the rest of the country you're living in, big cars, big streets, selfish people, driving everywhere, artificial food, mommy, cable tv, the bart, folsom street fair (aww, i really do miss that), The Love Parade, Hippie Hill, REAL Weed and not Hash, hippies, fake meat, the pork store, thai food, ethnic food in general, making love with people who speak the same language as you....
and I think: hell, those things will be there later.
(and, i'll admit, so will europe... but i'm here now)
thats what.. 90ish days? plus two weeks of traveling. plus 20 hours of panic attack about not wanting to leave Italy. plus about 4 really excited hours to go back to SF.
I've come to realize that I'm the type of girl who can fall in love and get her heart broken within the span of a week.
...and I love it.
Because, face it, it's so much more fun.
What would they say if I never came back? They would ask all these insane questions. They would call me crazy, irresponsible, selfish. I would say... you don't know me anymore. hell, I don't know me anymore. (I'd come home for my grandmother, though. )
But, lets face it, it's so much more fun this way.
I could think about all those things I'm missing: burritos, good concerts, big beds, speaking the same language as the rest of the country you're living in, big cars, big streets, selfish people, driving everywhere, artificial food, mommy, cable tv, the bart, folsom street fair (aww, i really do miss that), The Love Parade, Hippie Hill, REAL Weed and not Hash, hippies, fake meat, the pork store, thai food, ethnic food in general, making love with people who speak the same language as you....
and I think: hell, those things will be there later.
(and, i'll admit, so will europe... but i'm here now)