It's been a while.

I don't know why I stopped writing around October 22nd. 

I certainly didn't lack for things to be culture shocked about.  

I think maybe that's the time when it started to sink in that I lived in Europe. A continent away from pretty much everyone

I love and care about. I started to feel extremely isolated and question my decision about coming here in the first place.

That said, I don't regret that I did it. I think a lot of the choices I make are somewhat drastic, but in the end, I think I'm a better person because of it.

I'll work on writing more - if only to document this part of my life that will be short-lived, but will be continually brought up every chance I get later on..."You know, when I was living in Europe..."

Yes, I will be *that* person.

:)