Mmm...
Well, tomorrow marks the "Holy Shit, Whitney Only Has One More Week Left" day. Which really sucks...It means that I only have one more week left to squeeze in all the fiestas, all the guaro, and by far most importantly, all the Javier...as possible.
Being gone for so long makes it seem like you guys don't even exist anymore. I guess it's because I discovered how absolutely sheltered I was before I came here...how you only get to experience less than a fraction of life in general if you restrict yourself to your own country.
So...I've sat down with Javier, and we've discussed the Plan. I've filled my parents in on everything, and surprisingly, they're completely supportive of me. Sow what, exactly, is the plan? Well, I'll come home, obviously, and arrange all of my things, start my education, and all that good stuff. Then, in December, Javier will come and visit for a few weeks to meet my parents, and we'll probably make further plans about a date and all that future-oriented love stuff. Then I'm moving here.
Whitney
Being gone for so long makes it seem like you guys don't even exist anymore. I guess it's because I discovered how absolutely sheltered I was before I came here...how you only get to experience less than a fraction of life in general if you restrict yourself to your own country.
So...I've sat down with Javier, and we've discussed the Plan. I've filled my parents in on everything, and surprisingly, they're completely supportive of me. Sow what, exactly, is the plan? Well, I'll come home, obviously, and arrange all of my things, start my education, and all that good stuff. Then, in December, Javier will come and visit for a few weeks to meet my parents, and we'll probably make further plans about a date and all that future-oriented love stuff. Then I'm moving here.
Whitney