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Since I got back to Athens I have had a few moments of extreme loneliness. I have hardly thought about this place in three weeks. In some ways I felt more prepared to come back, but once I got here I realized I wasn't as prepared as I thought. My house seems so unfamiliar. Out of all the places I routinely sleep and keep my stuff, this one feels the most temporary, the coldest, and the least like home right now. I don't like to call this house home. Home is where the heart is.
Seeing Tim as soon as I got back made me feel better, and getting stuff done is my way of trying to fill the void. I know that soon things will be back to normal, but it's a normal where I'm always looking forward and constantly longing for something that isn't here.
I'm working on keeping myself busy, getting the stuff done that I need to do, and keeping my spirits up. If I want to be happy here I have to work for it, no one's going to hand it to me.
Seeing Tim as soon as I got back made me feel better, and getting stuff done is my way of trying to fill the void. I know that soon things will be back to normal, but it's a normal where I'm always looking forward and constantly longing for something that isn't here.
I'm working on keeping myself busy, getting the stuff done that I need to do, and keeping my spirits up. If I want to be happy here I have to work for it, no one's going to hand it to me.