It must be the schizophrenic in me, but I am starting to love my developing routine here.. and at the same time, I cant help but miss my humble little life on the island Ive come to love. There is just something bewitching about running barefoot and sun kissed skin that I will probably never get over. The clock is ticking and soon my life will take a different turn.. planes will land and I will have the much anticipated kitchen Ive been asking for. Ive been having quite the meaningful conversations with those around me, each of them yielding a different weapon of truth, each of them making as much sense as the other. In your 20's its just unavoidable to feel lost, forced by society to adapt to grotesque and antiquated social standards. At the end of the day, nobody can make these decisions for you, and the results can sometimes be excruciating. We all need to grow up someday and stand by our choices, no matter how ridiculous they may be to others - if its in your heart, its in your soul. Risk it. And if we fall flat on our faces, then learn the lesson and get on with the program. The most important thing about it all, is that you had the guts to try, come what may.
Everything else is completely insignificant.