Last night, I experienced my first pangs of not wanting to leave. (I know, right?)
A whole bunch of us internationals were out on the patio at Odessa, schvitzing and drinking rapidly warming Palms, to celebrate Martina's last night in Nijmegen before she heads back to Switzerland. As she left, some part of me was like, damn. The people are what make Nijmegen tolerable for me. And quite honestly, I have no idea when--or if--I'll see them again. Not a pleasant thought.
And I turn 21 in less than 2 weeks? Honestly, WTF?
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