34 days

34 days... seems like a long time. It's quite short, if I'm to be speaking of my own experience, however... this time I'm wishing for it to be even shorter. I'll just put it our there.

I want to go home.

I miss my parents and my grandmas. I miss the bed I have at home. I miss the annoying smallness of my town (even if just for a vacation). I miss my old friends who make me laugh like no one else does. I miss my old friends and cheap, but great freaking beer. I need a vacation at home.

That's it. Nothing special about it. Plus it's about 6 weeks from now when 2016 ends and usually around this time I would get nostalgic and think about things that happened this year. But this year I'm thinking "2016 was somewhat shit, you know. Hopefully I can make 2017 to be a better year." Really. My depressions got worse several times this year, my friend is dying of cancer. I don't know what to fucking do in my life. I got back stabbed like 5 times by people I called friends. I was majorly underpaid during my summer job even though I worked my ass off there.

Of course this year has its bright sides but there are so few I can't even see them at this point anymore.

I wish I could just go out alone and walk into a pub and see a familiar face and just join the group like we used to do back home. But here, it's impossible. To just go out, like that. Without planning shit. I wish just for a random night out. Completely fucking random. Because those have the best memories or are just regular, but if you don't plan anything you're not really expecting anything.

So yeah. 34 days.

-Misha