12+ hours of traveling including 6+ hours on two planes hitting at least 3 rough patches, hitting traffic for 2 hours, and carrying 2 forty pound bags on my weary nauseous shoulders. I'm tired. I'm also sad that I don't have anyone to go back to. No boyfriend. No roommate. Just residents who either didn't care that I came back or didn't notice my disappearance.
Sometimes the path you choose is damned lonely.
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