aWhy always the cse that only when you threaten to leave a place, you begin to feel more at home than ever before? What is it about the action turned to continue to highlight every beautiful thing you will leave behind?
Yes, that's a big secret. I've been thinking a lot about the way home (which caused me to see Sawangan slightly reddish, but that's for another post). It's a secret, because I always leave room to change my mind as new information arrives, and what if I told you all, and then I did not come home? Oh, well.
I can not go, I've got a bunch of workers between countries to conduct the debate, but the idea of returning to his residence on the surface, strong, every time I'm in a period of major transition. I felt like this in Berkeley four years ago, but missed the application deadline SPU by 9 days. I do not want to wait a year to start college, so I decided to go to the Ci Leduk "just for the meantime, then I will go home." One year later, I'm still here.
I think, on some level, I just wanted to be somewhere that when other things in life changes (such as that will probably always continue to do, every few years), I do not think about taking off. I can not promise myself that the house would place it, but I'm getting close to wanting to take the chance that it could (and hey, if it does not, like I was in four-year cycle, so I'm taking suggestions for 2010). I do not want to start again, personally or professionally. And I'm not sorry that I moved here, or that I lived here for boys, or that I was then living here for myself. But I kept trying to get myself to decide to stay, to call home, and my stomach is not completely OK with it (since I hit 30, my stomach is where I feel it when my heart). I was nervous about taking a full-time job. I cancel plans to move that would require me to sign the contract. I am happy here, for now, but when I think about the next few years, I do not know that where I want to be.
Yes, that's a big secret. I've been thinking a lot about the way home (which caused me to see Sawangan slightly reddish, but that's for another post). It's a secret, because I always leave room to change my mind as new information arrives, and what if I told you all, and then I did not come home? Oh, well.
I can not go, I've got a bunch of workers between countries to conduct the debate, but the idea of returning to his residence on the surface, strong, every time I'm in a period of major transition. I felt like this in Berkeley four years ago, but missed the application deadline SPU by 9 days. I do not want to wait a year to start college, so I decided to go to the Ci Leduk "just for the meantime, then I will go home." One year later, I'm still here.
I think, on some level, I just wanted to be somewhere that when other things in life changes (such as that will probably always continue to do, every few years), I do not think about taking off. I can not promise myself that the house would place it, but I'm getting close to wanting to take the chance that it could (and hey, if it does not, like I was in four-year cycle, so I'm taking suggestions for 2010). I do not want to start again, personally or professionally. And I'm not sorry that I moved here, or that I lived here for boys, or that I was then living here for myself. But I kept trying to get myself to decide to stay, to call home, and my stomach is not completely OK with it (since I hit 30, my stomach is where I feel it when my heart). I was nervous about taking a full-time job. I cancel plans to move that would require me to sign the contract. I am happy here, for now, but when I think about the next few years, I do not know that where I want to be.
FaHRy_ZoeL...
Is Me......
