Today my mom came to lexington and met me at work and took me out to dinner. I felt really sad when she left for some reason; almost like I was going to cry. Its not like I don't see her alot...i guess I am just being a big baby.
But, anyways...her and I were talking about random things at dinner and we started talking about traveling and she started to reminesce about when she backpacked Europe (she was 22, my age). It made me really want to go back to Europe. I feel like when I was over there I take advantage of going to many other countries except England and Scotland.
My mom talked about how she went to 8 different countries and there were a couple nights where she couldn't find a hostile to stay at so, she slept in the streets or at the bus stop. What a badass. I would like to meet the 22 year old Pam Andrews. She could probably kick my ass.
And work has been boring as hell..not that anyone cares.
I cannot wait until my damn lease is up so i can get the hell out of here...I found another program abroad I think I am going to do if I can get my finances straight before then. It is in Africa though, a far cry from the wild nightlife and delicious boys of London, England.

Now I am just talking out of my ass. Oh well.