This morning on the subte, smooshed in by people on 3 sides and a wall on the other in my usual commute to class, I started thinking about how many things I've done since I got here, from the daily trials of living in a foreign city to all the trying, unpredictable obstacles and issues. And the good stuff, too, of course. And it made me feel tired just thinking about it (the Halloween party I went to last night and left early--at 3--probably didn't help)--and I thought, "Wow, if I had known it would be like this, would I still have decided to do it?" I remember before I left for my high school semester in South America, people kept telling me how brave I was, and my response was, "Brave? All I did was send in an application." But I'm starting to think it actually does take being kind of brave to do this stuff. And I'm kind of proud of myself for doing it.
I gotta get back to class. And then get to Uruguay this afternoon. Chau!
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You know what you've got Becca? Balls. Big brass ones. That's one of the many things you get from your big brother. And you know damn well I don't mean Jess.
And yes. I am aware our grandparents might read this.
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