2013. A New Year. I have to admit. It freaks me out a little. Or no, it freaks me out a lot. It's already a new year, which means that 147 days have already passed. And it means that I only have 175 days left, here in Colorado. A year is a long time. But it's also very short. It all depends. It feels like I have been here a long time, and I have. But it also feels like I just came. And just as much as I'm looking forward going home, I don't want this year to end. What freaks me out the most is time. How fast it past. And how much I want accomplished. How I start worrying about all the things I never will experience, all the things I have already experienced, but will never be a part of again. I know I shouldn't. But it's hard. It really is. A year in the United States, it's a dream. It's something amazing. Something I'm happy being a part of. But it's hard too. It's harder than I ever thought. I have learned a lot, most of all, I have learned to appreciate everything at home. And I'm so proud of my homecountry, I'm proud of being who I am. But it also makes me miss everything at home. Most of all my family. My friends.
Time. Almost half of my time here is gone. Only 175 days left to go. Maybe I shouldn't say only. It's actually a long time. A long time passing too fast. 2013. A New Year. Already here. I have to admit. It freaks me out. A lot. But here I am. And nothing not even time, can stop me from having the time of my life.