Holy shit it's happened,
i don't want to leave.
Today hit me hard. suddenly two months does not seem like enough time left here.
I looked around and nothing seemed foreign. It felt like one of those hot summer evenings, when the sun doesn't set until 8 and no matter what you do you're in a romantic mood.
It's become home. The paths i walk every day, the people, the daily routine.
i could live here without the prospect of coming back to the states if it weren't for the relationships i have back home.
I will find a way to come back here, or maybe even live here again.
That, i am sure of.