I flew into Newark at 5am. When I got off the plane I was so light headed I had to stop at every gate so I wouldn’t faint on my way to baggage claim. Then I took a 7 hour nap and now I’ll probably go back to sleep. People from Boston are calling me for jobs interviews and I don’t know what to do because I don’t know when I’ll be back in Boston.
I’m sad. I wish I could’ve done something so simple like stay in Puerto Rico and read books on the beach but I couldn’t.
I didn’t realize my dad cancelled his cruise so he could take care of me and I feel guilty. But it will all work out. It always does, right?