I am caught in a strange web between extreme happiness and extreme despondency. I've been tangled so long, and no solution has come up, that I find I am tired from the struggle.
I am living here, basically on my own. I function here in a way that I have never had to function before. I am beginning to miss my friends, and my family and my pillow and my bed and my dog..and all the things that have always been so ...comfortable..to me.
My brain is cloudy and my nose is stuffy and my eyes are hurting.
5 more months. An experience is an experience. Nobody said it would be a jar of roses.
I feel like that isn't quite the expression I was looking for.
I can speak Italian.
