bubbly fun.

A moment where I thought, I cannot do this.

After only 24 hours living alone.

After only 48 hours working alone.

After a not-too-bad day (I even had human contact).

And I sit down to eat dinner (alone) and the tears just start pouring.

How am I going to do this for a year?

Or even the next 3 months?

Luckily, I talked to my mom and calmed down quite a bit.  She reminded me, basically, that I do this all the time.  Freak out and then a month later I’m fine.  When I studied abroad in Barcelona I called my mom crying the first day and told her that it was “longest day ever” and she immediately booked a flight to visit me.  By the time she got there a month later, I was fine.  I’m sure this will pass, too.

I’m just….lonely.

And I should go running more.