For the love of god, will I ever find a place where I feel good myself and everything else? I suppose not. Which I swear is becoming some kind of freaking tradition. I am not happy about this. So I moved to Sicily to have the adventure of my life and became depressed instead. I moved to London for the fun and adventure of it.. and I felt lonely there. I moved to Edinburgh to search for a job and save money for my Masters and afterwards start my Masters and I felt.. not sure I can fit it all in one word, but lets go with tired. And miserable. And out of place. And I hated it. Then I got this idea to move to Denmark to do a »boarding school« for 4 months. Sweet god, have I not thought this through at all?! Apparently not.
At the beginning it was fun. The first week was cool and everyone was so nice and all was lovely. Three weeks in.. I am going mad.