I kinda sorta like it though. Refreshing. I was never a fan of white.
I have had a lot of time to think and although my thoughts are still everywhere, I think I have enough order to actually start writing substance.
I have always thought life to be a book.. but I'm starting to realize if life were just a single book.. well you would not have gotten very much accomplished.. most of that book being backstory anyways. I now know that life is a series of books, each its own stage in itself. And I think traveling just makes it a better read alltogether.
I have always found comfort in traveling, in seeing new places. Its what feeds me, drives me. When I am really feeling rough.. I just want to travel. Get out and go somewhere new. Anywhere other than here as some would put it. Its true though, in my opinion, thats the best remedy for anything be it heartbreak or other -- to be anywhere other than where you are. It could be considered running away from your problems.. but I always have home in mind.
And this language barrier is really something else. I believe its been the largest wall I have ever scaled in my life.. every day a little closer to the top. My speaking is good now. I can get my point across. But the fact that I cannot understand the goings on around me.. it makes me a little bit paranoid. Are they talking about me? Are they making fun of me? Do they like me? But that is something i will have to get over. I consider myself fairly confident, but I have definitely taken a hit in this situation. I just hope this is a character building type of thing. However, if they are nice enough to speak slowly, I understand. Im going to give it about 3 more weeks until I'm golden.. if not than I'm basically screwed.
Independance is a virtue.. I am so glad I have it.
I am also glad I am a social person. Making friends has been easy besides the whole miscommunication thing..
Thats it for now though. I have a book that wants to be written called life.
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