I think I’ve been suffering from some weird sense of homelessness lately. I can’t go live with my parents, but neither can I stay here and fester, becoming one of those students who never left… I definitely do not wish to move back to the USA anytime soon, though I’m at a loss for what to make my home next. Everyone says how wonderful it is to travel and explore, but it’s always nice to have a place to come home to, isn’t it?
On another note, I turned my Breakfast at Tiffany’s poster upside down. It makes me giggle every time I see it.
Still further, it has come to my attention that I really should be nicer to people… I end up hurting people and scaring people away all the time…