I’m not sure if I’ve done enough to earn your trust but I’m telling the truth either way; last week I totally started writing a new post….then got overwhelmed and felt like it was either going to be a trauma dump or complexly pointless so I opted to not post it. Anywaysssssssss, the time has come, today’s the day, the moment is finally upon us (and all the other phrases that build anticipation)….. I’m buying my return flight to the States. It’s a bittersweet thing. First, knowing my host family has already found the au pair that will replace me, I’m realizing I need to come to terms with the fact I won’t get to see T everyday and might even lose touch with them (although I’ll do my best to make sure that won’t happen). I’m still unsure of what exactly I’ll do upon returning, although I have started on some potentially promising paths… so cross you fingers for me it works out plz.
At the moment, I’m working to convince four different friends (well, five if you count the friend that lives there) to meet me in Copenhagen, which will be my final stop in Europe before heading back to the States. Again, I’m conflicted on my feelings towards this. I’m not happy knowing that I’ll be responsible for my own groceries and, for the first time ever, my rent (*gulp*). But the idea of finally living by myself is so exciting I think it will make up for the cost. But, I have no concrete plans to work off of which makes it difficult to figure out where exactly I’ll land. I’m lucky to have family to fall back on if I need, although I’m hoping that I won’t need to depend on them for long, or at all. On verra.
As I said to a friend in a message earlier today, I’m feeling listless (although that was maybe not quite the right word, but I’m just feeling pulled in both all directions and no directions at all…unmoored?)
As always, thanks for reading!
Tash the Traveler 