Key word here is weekend, folks. **weekend**
mood on a friday🃏
It’s an odd thing to be grieving the past season and circumstances of your life while discovering and truly enjoying a new one. But I feel both frequently and have found that it’s just the balance I need to move forward. This week I’ve cried puddles for the loss I feel, and I’ve belly laughed facetiming/calling close friends in the States and enjoyed pizza for days in a row with my pals here in the Netherlands. I’ve had moments this week where I’ve thought “oh shit, I’m not going to make it here. I’m not going to be okay.” I’m always shocked when those moments don’t swallow me whole. I’ve made it through with a community of folks around the world that I love and adore, so cheers to that. That’s enough for me.