Soo yeah, after promising to myself I wouldn’t be on here again as the moment of the departure to my country aproaches the feeling of being in a dark place intensifies, and why not use all that here. Basically the situation goes like this, I’ve lived for a year in the States, which if anyone read this they would know from my ramblings, but after a year thinking I was living in a shithole the time of going back to the motherland has come. And here is where things start to get a bit into perspective.
Have you ever had the feeling when you suddenly make a realization and you whisper to yourself “Oh shit”. Yeah that was me the other day, when the idea of going back finally kicked in. Never underestimate a place, ever, because you will only realize how much fun you had in the place when you have to leave. And you know, leaving everyone you met behind and knowing that the chances of them seeing you again are basically nonexistent isn’t the best feeling in the world either. But oh well, thats life for you.