And hating every minute of it. I got on the flight in Newark and was back around British accents and I’m not gonna lie, I couldn’t understand a fucking word anyone was saying. I think I’ve retuned back in now, but even watching British TV’s been weird. I have managed to catch up on the last season of Law & Order UK though, which my Mom had been sky+ing for me, so basically all I’ve done today has been eat, sleep, cry, watch TV, cry, hate life, eat, watch TV, cry. Oh and I did shower.
I need to get busy with unpacking and packing too, because the day after tomorrow I’m flying out to Salzberg for a mini vacation with my Dad. But for now it can all just sit in my suitcase.
I don’t want to go home, that we all know.
I’m also thinking how weird listening to British accents is going to be when I get back. Because they’re not the norm any more, even hearing them on TV sounds weird.
I’m pretending to be Hispanic later, and going with Mary to a social for Hispanic law students from Tech. Being neither Hispanic nor a Tech law student I’m of course sure I’ll fit in.
Regardless, I’m looking forward to it.
2 days. Scary. Home is going to feel so weird, because it feels like I know this place well enough to call it home now too.