The end;
It’s coming.
Wow I can’t believe it when I say I’ve been living in another country for 8 months. Despite many bumps and bruises, I survived. That is perhaps the most rewarding feeling, surviving. Knowing that no matter what happens, you can and will come out on the other side. I know I will find a way to make it through next year, even though I want to somehow fit school, dance, work, and design shows into too little time.
I wasn’t homesick at all the first oh, four months or so. But now there are days when I’m completely ready to go back. Now I can’t imagine actually leaving Germany, but California is where I belong.
I am completely two-sided now with my feelings towards going home. I want to go, I don’t want to go. I’m ready, I’m not. I miss California, but I also already miss Germany.
The next two months are going to be a whirlwind of emotion, traveling, goodbyes, and promises. I really have no time. I think there’s maybe one completely free weekend before I go back? Don’t get me wrong, I have amazing things planned and I don’t regret it.. but the fact that I can even count down the days easily is crazy. I simply can’t wrap my mind around it. and I’m not even going to try. I’m just going to live one day and at time, enjoying what I have left. It’s been a great, insanely difficult, but great ride.
