the ian being a good tourist.
The Only Time(s) Since I’ve Been in Europe That My Brain has Made Any Real Fucking Sense of Things is When I’ve Been in Hamburg, I Love this Picture of Me (A Rarity Indeed), the Part of Sweden I’m Living In Sucks as Does My Student Teaching Placement, My Handling of My Study Abroad Experience Thus Far Has Left Me Feeling Like a Complete Failure More Often than Not, I Promise I’m Not Taking Any of This Experience for Granted Even if it Seems Like It, I Less than Three S and T Even if They Confuse Me, Sorry for Rambling Again, Edition
Tomorrow this guy is going to Sweden to teach. For maybe as long as 6 months. He has worked really really hard to make this happen. Many days and nights of frustration, and paperwork, and homework, and teaching, and traveling to and from school. And checking boxes, dotting i’s and crossing t’s.
I am so proud that he made this happen. I hope this is the big life experience I imagine it can be. Onward to photos, memories, and experiences. I’d trade places in a heartbeat.
I’m not sure how I missed this post. Well, I know exactly why (lack of Internet access, emotional breakdowns, city explorations and discoveries) but that’s beside the point.
It’s been a hell of a week. I’ll leave it at that for now.
