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I have this great memory of the semester I spent abroad in Germany in college. I mean, it was honestly the best evar.
Last night, I was flipping through my journal from that time. And first of all, I had plenty of time to fill a journal then, so what does that say? And second, on most days my only entry was something like "skipped class today. Was bored, so I went for a really long walk."
Now I have pictures from then, and they show me having a good time, and I have lots of memories where I had a good time, But I'd completely forgotten all those times when I was bored and lonely and walking for miles with no particular destination.
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