I want to study abroad.
And I need to work on speaking clearly, mostly about important things that cause me to hesitate and get tripped up.


It kills me that I couldn't answer that question tonight. First, because it really was the most monumental moment of my life- and that should be one of the easiest things to dictate. Second, because as hard as it is to admit, sometimes I want those days back. But whether they return or not, I want to be able to understand that part of my past. At least be able to relate to it. These aren't negative feelings, for the record, or at least they aren't now. I was struck with surprising sadness and regret at dinner, but now, looking back, I just want to understand. No discomfort either way. It's just different.