Right now I feel like after an event that took place last week that I don't want time. I feel like when I have time I start to explode. I need to fill up my days and hours and minutes with activities and people and anything to keep my mind busy. If I find that I am sitting for too long, I go crazy.
Starting over. What a weird concept. One that, to be honest, I hadn't seriously thought of for the last year and half. Even with this move, it may have crossed my mind, but never in a serious way. Maybe that was naive. Maybe that was hope. I don't know. Either way, I'm here, in it, knee deep.
Being surrounded by incredibly wonderful, loving, and understanding people helps. Even those back home and back in the city where the majority of this all took place, they are the reason that I am not going absolutely nuts. I guess it's good to hear that, above all, I am still loved by friends. Friends from home, friends that are friends between us, new friends here. I don't know where I'd be without you, you guys are keeping me sane. Thank you, for everything. Please don't stop the emails/texts/calls, I appreciate every single one of them, more than you know.