|Gate to the Old Medina in Fez|
Nothing can ever prepare you for living abroad. I was not ready for this. I'm experiencing shock in more than one way, but my biggest shock of all? Being 4,353 miles away from my support group, my family, my home.
Let me preclude the rest of my post with a tidbit of information that might put this into a bit of perspective: My significant other and I broke up about two weeks before I left the states.
Now for most of you, you're probably like so what? YOU'RE IN MOROCCO! Have fun and live it up! Well, for starters, I'm trying. Really hard actually. Most days, I'm fine, and I'm enjoying myself immensely.
For others of you, you know that this breakup was incredibly hard for me because it was pretty unforeseen. How can it be unforeseen you say? I was getting ready to embark on a four/five month journey to Morocco. Well...it just was. I wasn't expecting it, so it hit me pretty hard. To be honest, even if I had been expecting it, it would have been just as hard, just as difficult, just at heart wrenching.
|After my last international adventure|
|My new family|
|Girls' Night Out (apparently I can still have those)|