Sitting on this flight, and it’s brutal. I ask myself why I didn’t fly somewhere closer. Perhaps go back to Spain. But this trip was meant to be a completely new experience. Culture shock and all. Though, is it really a culture shock when I'm going to two major cities? I guess we'll see.

So much has changed. I'm returning jobless, so that's an unexpected turn of events. How do I feel about it? Scared? I guess if I had to put a feeling on it. Feeling lost. As one should as they go on a solo trip. Seems to always be my travel plans, feel lost - get on a plane.

I'm challenging myself to 3 weeks of writing. Doesn't need to be perfect, just enough for me to press publish. Maybe it doesn't even have to be good. Maybe one day I'll be drunk stumbling home and realize I need to write something, so I write one sentence and call it a day. As long as I write.

Miss.always starts things but never finishes. No more! Let this be proof of that.