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Mad Wanderer

So I was screwing around again on tumblr and twitter and such. Just bought my ticekt to go see Childish Gambino in Hollywood in August (pumped for that beyond beleive), and I decided I’d put my name into the wu-tang name generator just for shits n gigles. Turns out my name would be “Mad Wanderer” . Funny that thats exactly with what I have struggling with these past couple of weeks. Destiny is a cruel, clever mistress.

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It’s all gone…

It’s been such a depressing day. It’s sinking in that I’m back in the states for good, and it’s killing me slowly. I will NEVER be able to be in Europe once again as a college student, which is arguable the best time to visit in the first place. As I sit and look at picture after picture after picture, I just sink deeper into my depression. I’m not really sure what to do with myself anymore. I have so many goals that I never really expect myself to get to. Studying Abroad was my only one that I was going to ensure that it happen, and now that it’s over I just feel lost, without a clue of what to do next. I don’t know what I want to grow up to be anymore, I don’t know how to function the same way I did before I left to Europe. I don’t really know who I am anymore, and that’s what is eating at me. All I know is that I need to be back. I need to be back in Europe, where all my cares were gone, and I was soaking in a new dimension of life everyday. Whether I was walking through a fresh, new city that was there for me to explore, to walking through these vast fields of flowers, to riding the next bus, or train, or plane, or cab, to meeting my friends down at the pub for a study break, I was always experiencing a part of life I never knew before. I was finally beginning to understand myself, and God, and everything it entails to being Christian in this crazy world. But then all of a sudden, I got yanked out. I never got the closure I was looking for, I never got to read my last chapter, and this is why I feel so clueless now. Although I can always go back to Europe, it will never be in the same circumstances and because of this I’m scared that I’ll never get that closure that I need so badly. All I can do is hope, and reminisce, and pray.