Celera13

(TL;DR at the bottom) So. This is probably going to be the most important thing I pen in my life to date, and it's out there for everyone to hear. To that extent, this next statement is directly addressed to the people who know me in actuality: Please, don't let this spread too much. I'm not ready for it to. And this is a larger step for me in coming to terms, so to speak. While I was overseas, I had this... freedom. It's hard to explain, but to put it simply, I had leniency to explore where I otherwise wouldn't. I met people I never met again, and are now separated by an ocean from me. What they learned about me is insignificant, it doesn'

It's hard to imagine that close to a year ago I decided to pack my things up, get on a flight and come to Portugal. But now, I'm finding it harder to believe that I've decided to pack my things up and get ready to come home. To be honest, I'm a bit scared. Growing up is not something I'm terribly comfortable doing, but surprisingly I've found that I've matured far more in the past year than I have in eighteen years. I wouldn't say I'm ready to be an adult, but I'm steps closer. It's difficult to chronicle everything I've experienced here, from the people to the food to the places. And not just Portugal, I've had these incredible glimpses int

Since the moment I stepped off the plane and onto Portuguese soil, I sort of got lost in the culture and the sway of the people around me. I've lost touch with the people important to me, and I first of all want to apologize for that. Secondly, I want to say that the initial plan has gone awry. Before, I was considering staying half a year to a year. It's been much more than half a year, and on top of that, something sort of just happened. I've started to attend school here. I'm taking some language courses in German and Portuguese, and then I'll be taking TESOL classes and hopefully locating a job in Germany. Being here has given me the opp