i can't believe this 13 weeks is almost over! it started off so horribly, i thought it would NEVER end. i cried everyday for the first month(i think), i couldn't wait to leave. now i'm sad. i'm really going to miss SOME of the people and things about this place. It has been over six months since i left home--i was SO afraid to do this! Now i can't believe how quickly it has flown by.
and not to sound all sappy and s*&t, but i've actually learned so much about myself in the time i've been away, and i'm really proud of myself. maybe i could've stayed home and gone to therapy, but i'm stubborn. the only way i learn is by taking the most difficult route--i mean, really, if life were easy, would we really appreciate it? (in the sense we hadn't experienced any sort of difficulty--does that make sense? i have a cold and i think its congesting my brain).
btw, happy st. pat's--don't forget to wear your green!
