In true American-style, the first day of orientation included a pizza party, name-games and a human knot. I can't remember the last time I smiled so much ('hi, it's nice to meet you!') or laughed so hard (some friendly and unwittingly suggestive skits). In a place that is full of positive vibes: incredible scenery, wonderful & interesting people and delicious food, it's strange that I can feel bouts of homesickness, suddenly not understand where I am or what I'm doing here. And hating myself for not knowing why I was suddenly having urges to cry. It's a massive mental struggle that I'm hoping will pass quickly.
I broke many, many old habits today. My day began at 5.30 with a 30 minute run, in search of the sunrise, and is coming to a gradual end, at 9 p.m. Three days ago I was on an unbeatable cycle of 3 a.m. Game of Thrones nights, and waking up just in time for lunch, followed by a lazy day wrapped up in bed. How I am ready to sink into bed tonight, before the clock strikes ten, the routine of the day already being filed away as memories, is beyond me.
I broke many, many old habits today. My day began at 5.30 with a 30 minute run, in search of the sunrise, and is coming to a gradual end, at 9 p.m. Three days ago I was on an unbeatable cycle of 3 a.m. Game of Thrones nights, and waking up just in time for lunch, followed by a lazy day wrapped up in bed. How I am ready to sink into bed tonight, before the clock strikes ten, the routine of the day already being filed away as memories, is beyond me.
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