
between the rain, that will not stop and i wanting to cry every second of every day, i bet i could create a river and call it 'i don't know why i am moving and I'm sad and i can't be a teacher in Oregon because they are stupid'.
the the number of days get smaller, i am become increasingly more worried and nervous. there is a lot of unknown that I'm headed which does not fill me will joy but angst. I'm going to have to put on my America skin, which is too small and requires me to be mean and distrusting of people. i will have to drive on the other side of the road again and i have forgotten how to get most things done in America.
i will miss my friends. a lot. they have been my saving grace the past few months and have seen me through some times over the past few years. they are simply the best. THE BEST.




















