Everything I said about measuring my time in a place and not knowing how to say goodbye... It's crap, total and complete crap, because to quote from No Country for Old Men, you can't stop what's coming. Sooner or later, those last 17 hours in Prague were going to pass and I'd be in line to check in with my 50 kg of luggage and 12 hours later I'd be in the States dismayed by the horrifically ugly people and the ugly accents and the ugly lack of culture. All good things come to an end, I guess. I couldn't stay in Prague forever. Does distance make the heart grow fonder? I feel like I left a bit of myself over in the Czech Republic. I feel like such a mess because everybody's study abroad experience has to come to an end because then it wouldn't be special. I don't know why I'm taking it worse than others. Am I? I have no idea.
So how do I measure six months? In friendships, in classes, in traveling, in new experiences and new places and new lessons, new books and new crises. Prague may frustrate me to death but I love it with every fiber of my being, and I'll miss it just as much. Na shledanou, Prague. It's been surreal.
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