The thing about being an adult is that there is so little to worry about short-term, and so much to worry about long-term.
Also, I danced Salsa at the nursing home yesterday. It was really fun. The old people were ridiculously happy. I'm glad I did it.
Leaving for Brussels in less than a week. Then India a week after that.
Feel funny. Hopefully seeing him makes everything better. But there's still the small problem of getting him back to the U.S. aaaaand other things. Many other things.
Fargo is a place for stagnancy, once college is finished. Not moving, not growing. This place makes me so restless.
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