Oxford, my old home!

I'm here in Oxford. Everywhere I turn it's somewhere I've been, some crazy memory rushs back to me from 4 years ago. It makes me so happy. I really loved this place and the people I was with. Taught me a lot about life. I met some great girls from Denmark here. We went out last night with 3 weird Israeli boys and a guy from Cornell thats doing a semester abroad here at Oxford. It was a blast, for awhile. Kind of just drank a bit and had some good broken english conversations. I'm staying here an extra night, more to relax. Its a great hostel and I can really chill out here, which I need. I am going back to London tomorrow and meeting Rose for lunch then crashing at her place. On Sunday I want to fly to Prague. I want to throw my entire trip out the window and start anew.

So I am. I also don't like this. I dont like being here alone. I'm just not that person, this isn't for everyone. I'm fine with admitting that. This wasnt a mistake, I am very happy I'm doing this, I just want to not do it the way I planned or for as long. So I am going to go to Prague for 4-5 days then head to Italy for 2 weeks. I'll come home after that prob. Give me a good month here. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed. I'm doing what I WANT. Good for me.

But I have had a ton of time to think and reflect on my life and realize all that was wrong with it and what I want to change. There is so much I want to change, and I don't want to wait 2 months to do it. I want to wait 3 weeks, at most. I really am happy I've had this time, it made me learn. I really think I can change my life now, the way I live it day to day. I just hope others accept it...especially one.

I've been taking walks in gardens and parks, and man do I love that. Reading in them too. I need to do THAT more often.