Four months.
Four months away from home. Four months of living (almost) by myself in a country across the Atlantic when I have barely ever left the east coast. I've never even been away at college for longer than a month at a time, and even then my brother and best friend are always close by (which, not gonna lie, I absolutely love). So yeah, leaving the comfort of my hometown of twenty years and my adopted college town of three for an island 3,074 miles away wasn't easy. But it was every amazing thing I'd dreamt it would be.
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I've been trying to find the right words for this post for a long time. I've revisited it on and off, but never with much to say. Before I knew it days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and now, when I am finally no longer at a loss for words, I lack the time to actually write them. So much has happened in the last year--has it already been that long?--I can scarcely believe it. But, yes, it has been that long, and things are changing.
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