So the last time I posted something was a while ago, and I guess I could always write about “why” it’s been a while. When I first started this blog, it was merely for a journalism class just to get an extra 5%, but shortly after the semester ended I kept this blog as a means of letting thoughts out instead of allowing them to grow inside of my head and slowly drive me insane.
And it’s exact for that reason that I stopped writing about a month ago, I simply stopped with those thoughts, for once I was 100% happy, or at the very least I was excited for the day after and maybe month or even year after. It all just stopped. It might have been a combination of many factors; in school I finally have a plan and a goal, my family’s relationship with me has improved, but most importantly it all started getting better when I admitted to myself I fell terribly in love with my girlfriend whom has made me happier than ever.
So let’s just call this an update on my life, or just me being bored sitting down in my tub while “taking a shower” (oh dear, sorry you environmentalist peoples).
And at last, the one thing that’s hovering in my mind is just that… No matter how used to get to another place, to other people and other cultures… It seems like I will always miss my friends, my culture and my home. And I wish I could at one point go back, hopefully with someone I love (hint hint dear beautiful gf of mine that probably just got an email and it’s reading this in the middle of class), and I could share how awesome and beautiful it is where I come from. So yup.