Day 1

Hi everyone. Day 1 went as following:

I landed in GND after a 4.5 hour flight from JFK...flight was pretttty prettttyyy pretttttyyyyy uncomfortable. Couldn't sleep. Got here at 6:30am, where I was picked up by a cab driver and brought to the dorms. I moved in a little, got some breakfast, napped, then unpacked. I met up with a few friends from last semester and I had lunch with them, then went to the grocery store to go shopping, then napped some more.

I had to go to the airport with a few people to pick up lost/delayed luggage, as well as pick up a Ms. Perticari. We all came back, decided to go out to Banana's, and hung out there for a while. When we returned, some of us had the bright idea to go swimming on the beach at 2am...and did so until about 4am. That's the skinny of it all.

There are pictures available after the jump; however, due to Mr. McSavaney's desperate call for attention, he wanted a more personalized post: about how I am dealing with the entire situation. To be honest, I have told no one how I feel about this certain situation. I was here last semester for the ftm, and had to return home due to a business matter, and I went up to yonkers to work for about 4 months, until having to return back here. How did I feel about it? Well, for those who know me, they should know well enough that I rarely care much about anything. It's not apathy, it's simply the notion that I do things because I have to do them. I usually go with the flow until it stops flowing. So, did it suck having to go back home? Yes. How did I feel about working? Not too great, but again, had to do it. How do I feel about coming back here? A lot of people would assume that I'd be ecstatic to come back here, back in the heat, the beach, with my friends; to be honest, I'm not. Granted, I met some wonderful people here and I've also had the few of the best times of my life here, but I am genuinely worried about leaving my family back home. In the past 4 months while I was working in yonkers, they have become more dependent on me upon every aspect in life. Now, will they make it without me? Of course, will it go smoothly? Unlikely. I certainly hope they do alright while I'm gone, hope the business stands to do well without me, and hope that these four months fly by. I'm 23 (soon to be 24), and yes, it's way past my time for my family to let me go, but it seems that everytime I move out, somehow, they become more dependent upon me and they pull me back in. Four more months.