the hard part
I’ve always considered myself a realist. Not pessimistic, not optimistic. Just real. I want to dedicate this blog to being real. I genuinely hope this doesn’t come off as negative or ungrateful; however, I really am writing this blog for myself. So many times when I’m blogging or journaling, I only write about the really exciting parts. While the really fun and exciting times far outnumber the hard times, there were challenging/character/building moments while I studied abroad. I want to remember those times so I always remember and lesrn from them. I had the hardest time adjusting to living away from my friends and family, especially 5,000 miles away. I had a hard time constantly being around the same 24 people, day in and day out. I had a hard time getting used to public transportation and the time schedule that runs on. I had a hard time not getting what I wanted all the time, since that’s what I’m used to. I had a hard time adjusting to studying abroad. But I’m so incredibly and