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A little bit of loneliness.

This might just be the jet lag talking.

But really, what better time to ponder philosophy-tinted musings than at 4 in the morning?

I've never been in a foreign country all by myself.

I'm lucky that I've had the opportunity to travel, but I've always had the security of being with someone familiar. Even during the two other exchanges opportunities I've been on, I wasn't alone, always having a classmate, my brother, a friend, or family with me.

I'm accustomed to the “culture shock” aspect of travel, but not the loneliness.

My room feels too empty, my bed feels too big, and honestly, it was a bit of a mental battle to convince myself to leave the room yesterday (They fact that I needed toothpaste helped to sway the argument). This feels like first year of university all over again, except I don't have the security of knowing that home, and everything I know, is just a short train ride away.

I don't think I did a good job preparing myself mentally for this adventure. Everything is hitting me now, and it's a lot to process!

It's always more difficult sharing the not-so-sunny aspects of an adventure, but it's realizations like these that make the experience all the more rewarding. 

At least, that's what I'm telling myself right now :)


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