Oh. New York? I remember you. (Sorta)

How complicated.
How completely insane.
How am I back in NY already?

Leaving was the hardest thing I think I have ever done. Much harder than I thought it would be.

I landed at around 230 this afternoon and instantly felt strange. The faces look so different. The thought of Brooklyn, less romantic and more stressing.
Carrie (you lovely little creature you) came picked me up. It was cool to talk to someone who is currently going through very similar feelings about leaving Doha/Cairo.
Got back to my apartment and it no longer feels like home. It feels less like home than The Carlton.
I barely recognize the place as the same place I have lived for the past 3 years.
I feel like a stranger.
A vacationer in a place that isn't as cool as everyone said.

But then again, I have only been back for a few hours. I am told that in a few days, I'll feel normal again.
Do I believe it?
Not really.
But I'll try.
I'll make the best of it.

Missing the smile that I have seen everyday for the past 4 months.
Missing the friends I made.
Missing alot.

For now...
Keep my head up.
Keep in contact.
Keep the dream alive.
Keep on keepin on.
Keep on truckin.
(and any only "keep" cliche out there hahaha)