I alternate between being angry at her and still missing her. How do I stop this?
Or maybe it's anger. I'm not sure. Maybe a combination of both.
Ah, the wonderful feeling of jet lag. Awake at 4am after only a few hours of sleep.
Going from an M5 to a Chevrolet Cruze is quite jarring. Oof....
I buy some beer to take back to my hotel room and realize I don't have a bottle opener. Fuck. Ryan's not getting drunk tonight, apparently.
Nights are always the hardest.
You know what one of the biggest things is that I’m looking forward to when I return to Korea this week?
Getting back my Korean language skills.
All my crap is being taken tomorrow for the big move to Korea.
And the best part is, I don't have to pack! The bane of my existence.