Harder Than I Thought

So Gabby told me she was leaving for the Netherlands a long time ago, but I hadn't actually thought of it until the time was almost up. She was leaving and that made me sad (because of oxytocin dependence and such, I'm an addict). We had a little argument and she, being insightful, totally called me out on it that I was upset over something other than the jam in the cupboard (first Dane Cook reference: 2 posts in, I'm on a roll!). After admitting that it was about the fact that the relationship was kind of irrelevant if she was leaving next semester, she said "then come with me" and I said "Okay!"
It's moments like these that I think we are going to miss as we get older- moments when we can just say "y'know what? I'm going to Holland"
The life of a student is pretty awesome, the poverty is just a necessary evil.

After all that jazz went down, Gabby and I had to scramble to get all my pretrip documentation in order. It meant more than a few long nights and more than a lot of money that I didn't have *see: poverty*.
The deadline for all the materials was to be 2 weeks after I decided to go, but they were lenient with me and gave me a lot of aid any time I asked. At one point I missed the mandatory meeting on the pretrip checklist, but they provided a recorded video of the speakers for me later. Going to a smaller university definitely has its perks.