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I think the hardest thing for me to accept has been that, even though I'm gone, life is still going on for the people I care about. I don't mean that in a selfish way, like, "everyone should spend the next 4 months mourning me because I'll be on the other side of the world," it's just kind of sad to know that my friends are doing lots of incredible things this summer and I don't get to be there to share in them. I'm doing lots of incredible things, too, though, so I guess it all evens out in the end.
This weekend was spent dancing like a girl at Toad's Place (on a Thursday, of course), run/walking along the beach and cliffs to Maroubra, and exploring the weekly markets by the Harbour, all with fantastic people.
As of tomorrow I'll have been here for 3 months. What the hell?
This weekend was spent dancing like a girl at Toad's Place (on a Thursday, of course), run/walking along the beach and cliffs to Maroubra, and exploring the weekly markets by the Harbour, all with fantastic people.
As of tomorrow I'll have been here for 3 months. What the hell?