Fin.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012, ϟ 2 shout(s)
So this is what exchange is all about. You make new friends and families. They were always there for you and you shared laughter and tears at the extremes of your emotions.
Then you lose them all when you leave. This is the cruel reality. All your emotional support is withdrawn from you once again. It almost seemed like these four months didn't happen. But it couldn't be. Never would. These four months did happen. Pure ecstasy or downright depression, it's all in memory's golden box.
I really can't explain this emotion. I can just say its so beautiful its almost painful.
On a lighter note, hello New York, the big apple! We meet again! Please don't freeze me with your frosty fingers.
new past