I’m exceptionally talented at fucking everything up.
im laughing so hard
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
I am no longer in Australia and I am no longer the person I was before I left.
International solo travel at a big turning point in your life is highly recommended.
And now I’m home, but in a new apartment, which is great for not falling back into old habits. And I’m home but I still feel like I should be waking up in a hostel in Oz every morning, trying to remember where I am today. And I’m home but my brain is still wandering around Sydney with the most genuinely kind boy I’ve ever known soaking up the ancient plant life and super active community presence.
How those 3.5 weeks both flew by and felt like forever, all at once.