… how much I love you? :kissy:
Not to get sappy, but I’m taking off to Germany for that course this Saturday, and I’m trying very hard not to be freaked out of my mind. I’m not really the kind of person who actually applies to something like this, and I think that when I applied I didn’t really believe that I would be accepted. I’m not the kind of person who uproots her entire life and heads out into the unknown, becasue I 1) am scared of travelling 2) don’t like big cities - and the place I’m going to? Twice the population of Sweden, just THAT area.
I realized just now that one of my actual fears is that I’ll end up in a group of people who have absolutely no interest in any of the things that I like to do. This happened the first time I moved out of home and went to an artschool that I ended up hating like nothing before. I was absolutely miserable. Then what happened? I found a not-that-little message board somewhere on the internet, on a friendly little site with a blue background, filled with nerdy, nice people. Way to help me pull through that horrible year of my life, everyone. Though I don’t think I ever told you how depressed I actually was. I don’t even think that I myself realized how depressed I actually was until afterwards.
Anyway. I’m older now, and I’m going to be living in a student house. There’s oughta be a bunch of nerds around. I’m psyching myself up with that thought. That’s not the point, it’s me being mushy and looking back on things all those… six years ago and thinking that maybe I never told all of you how much you meant to me, primarily but not only those I spent hours chatting with.
Oh yeah, I just failed not to be mushy. And maybe I did tell you already, but what the hey.
I’ll tell ya’ll hi from Germany as soon as possible, my lovelies. :3
