I am sitting in LAX, with time to kill before my 10-hour flight to Europe. After a 3 hour layover in London, I will fly 3 hours to Pisa, where I will buy a train ticket, and wait another 4 hours until I can make the final leg of my journey to Florence. That is approximately… one full day of traveling (A day and a half if you factor in the time zone), not to mention daunting, and scary, and sounds like a lot of bullshit to get through before I can finally shower again.
Why was it that I wanted to study abroad so bad? Frankly this just sounds like a lot to do when at the moment I just want to stay and live my perfect little California life with my perfect little friends, and perfect little routine. If I had a choice, I would gladly be rescued from this god forsaken airport, drive back home jamming to Lupe Fiasco, windows down in this gorgeous weather, and pick up where I left off drinking margaritas with my friends. But I am sitting with my taped up computer, not wanting to call anyone because I’ll get sad having to say goodbye again, and watching a fidgety Canadian woman twitter about the gate (I know she is Canadian because she ends up sitting next to me on the plane, taking shots of scotch and chattering about her children until I respectfully put my headphones in).
Of course this sounds immature and naïve, as most people will never have the opportunity I have laid out in front of me.
But it is simply how I feel at the moment.
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