I woke up, and checked myself into counseling. I guess I just needed someone to talk to. Andrea Hamm Was That Person. I just have been rendering a lot of isolation and culture shock. I haven't had anyone to talk to. I don't have all the contacts from the numbers I owned in my old phone. Therefore, I cannot talk to the people I am close with at home.
Before my breakdown though, I made a very radical decision. I chose to fly home for 10 days before this time here in the islands is up. My reasons were of my own. I was expired here without her and the only way I could regain my sanity and security was the notion of possibly seeing her once before my semester here is over. I missed her so much that I cried my eyes out on a tropical beach alone under the moon. I listened to 3 Libras as I rendered all these mental montages of the sweet passionate happy moments we shared before I came to St. Thomas. These memories and imaginings made me so sad I cried because after all this time I haven't talked with her at all, it hurt my heart to assume that she didn't care about the majestic laughter and passion we shared. My eyes were so full of tears and me spending $800 just for the way I hurt here without her was something that didn't make sense to my mother. I actually heard my mother cry for the crazy choices I processed. Most people believe it to be a waste of money to afford to fly to Oregon and back. No one knows I am going to go there though.
I felt better knowing that I would be going home. As soon as I made the decision and processed the flights, I suddenly felt right again.
Now I have something to look forward to... Perhaps all will be well once I can tell why I had to fly home just to know the things I need to. And to do what I'm going to.
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