I’m glad that I decided to re-start my Tumblr. I know this sounds really cheesy and shit, but to be honest I changed over my few weeks of absence and when I came back I took a new direction. I’m actually writing a proper post here, something that I did not ever do with my ‘old’ Tumblr. It just wasn’t me, back then. And I wasn’t happy reblogging all those ‘pretty’ photos all the time. I guess I was trying to give off an image to my followers, an image of a person that I wanted them to think of as me; problem was, that image wasn’t me at all. I know I’m a strange kid, and I’ll remain strange to the bone but I was scared of letting it show. To my closest friends back ‘home’ over here, even. Even to strangers over the Internet. 

That’s why I could not have prayed for a better summer. The people I met at Andover changed me forever. I had never met a girl with such a colorful background, and I had never met a girl so strong, before. It’s amazing how life can throw the most incredible people in your way at times; people that will help to guide you, shape you, show that it’s alright so be yourself and not to be scared of doing so. The people who will tell you that it’s alright to give into the need to let loose and put down those walls around you, and that everything is going to be just fine after that. Those people are the people you should keep close to you for life. 

I know I should be grateful for my life here. The people are great, the environment is safe and clean, but I can’t help but miss the atmosphere of summer and the people I met during it. I haven’t exactly found the same comfort I had during summer. I want to go back, and stay there, preferably, forever, but I know that that would be impossible because there comes a time where all of us have to move on, to grow and develop even further. We may lose contact for years but I doubt that we would forget each other. 

I didn’t even notice this myself but I act differently back over here, even after that amazing summer. I guess that just shows how much that summer impacted me, and how nothing can really live up to it. I should feel more comfortable in my skin over here, and the fact that I don’t really worries me sometimes. It makes me feel as though I don’t have a proper home to go back to. Although Andover was amazing, I wouldn’t call it a home either, it was kind of like an escape from life a way to start-over for a few weeks. It wasn’t the place, but it was the people who made it seem like home and now since we’re all so divided and spread across the globe I wonder how we’re ever going to make it back once again.