jen

My plane home leaves in a couple hours. I didn't get a chance to see all the people I wanted to. I guess that's what I get when all of my friends from back home move to one big(ish) city. I went out to the bar again last night and drank obscene amounts of Jager... so I get to ride on a plane, hungover. Pleaseplease don't let me be nauseous.

I don't like politics in friendship. Just for future reference.

I love the city of Victoria more than almost anything. I feel so good when I'm here... healthier. Mind, body, soul. I get more excercise because you can just walk everywhere here. Going to the ocean and reading. The ocean is a six minute walk from where I'm sitting now. Beautiful.

Admittedly, when I'm here, I do miss home. I miss my friends, I miss my family, but that doesn't mean I should stay there. But at home, I also have people who break my spirit about wanting to pick up and move here. And I know that's not good for me. But I can't escape it.

I'm a different person when I'm here, and it feels so good.