You know what sucks? Being in the international airport terminal trying to be all cute and stuff when:
A. Your nose is so stuffed up you might as well stick a tissue up each nostril and call it a day (I used to do this before I learned how to blow my nose at the age of 18).
B. You are worried about your future so you start taking online color tests to determine which career is best for you….
This has been a really rough month. REALLY ROUGH. Today someone actually told me that I had the worst luck of any person they knew. When did this happen? When did I become Kristen Wiig from the movie Bridesmaids? Is this my bottom? In the past twenty four hours I have developed a horrendous cold (including a fever, yay), had some SERIOUS host family drama, learned that I have to leave half my belongings in Georgia, cried over leaving Bagdati, dropped my NEW phone down a Turkish toilet at a rest stop and left my pillow that I brought all the way from America on a bus (let’s not forget how my purse was stolen in Batumi 3 weeks ago!). I am coming home to Atlanta with 1 suitcase and 50 dollars to my name. Yesterday I threw away my set of keys because they were to a car I don’t have, a house my parents don’t live in, and a Weasley-family-esqe shack my sister used to inhabit. It’s a weird time in my life. That is for sure. But I choose to think that this means I have a lot of new possibilities opening up for me. I get to start fresh. And hey, if I can survive all of this inconvenience here in The Republic of Georgia what can’t I do?? Right?