"Wherever I may be, on the tiles of an atrium, in a cloister cell, in a hall before the portrait of a king, / I attend to matters I have been charged with."
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Fall to Winter
It's hard being alone. I knew to expect this, but I didn't realize how hard I'd find it. Everyone has their own life and history and family and I had no idea how hard it would be for all of mine to be 5 hours behind and far, far away. I was excited about this, so excited, but the year-long applications and financial wars fizzled all the excitement out of me. And I suppose that when I applied, I'd momentarily forgotten that I'm a rather timid person, and I couldn't foresee that I would be frightened of the wild night-life that is half of the young European's life. And I couldn't foresee that my heart would suffer so much.
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