I feel strong. Not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going.James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via rauchwolken)
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via psych-facts)
this is painfully poignant
it’s the weekend of Carnival back home, and I’m so elated knowing that I’m working hard now so in years to come I’ll enjoy the fruits of my labour. At the moment though, I’m flat out with what I’ve dubbed the winter’s revenge flu. Living in a foreign land, submerged in a language you have no prior exposure to makes everything comical though, including finding medicine.
5,000 miles from home and everything is new, strange and beautiful. I may often be lost in translation, but all the time I am finding myself.