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Here I am again, in the same comfy chair, in the same lounge of the same airport, where I typed the post before my last one. Again, I sit her and reflect on my life. Although I haven't worked on every relationship I wanted to work on (because I wasn't given the chance) I believe I made my relationship with my family much better. I'm closer to three of my cousins. I've become one of my little sister's best friends. I got to see my grandmother almost daily, and I finally saw my distant friend. I'm proud of myself. In two weeks, I have done a lot of good towards my friendships with the people close to me.
Unfortunately, I haven't ended the friendship I wanted to end. The person I want to end my friendship with is actually traveling on the same flights to the states as I am, but I seriously don't feel like talking. The situation is very awkward. I got a wave, returned it, and then we spent the rest of the flight trying to avoid each other. I'm not really looking forward to spending another 8 hours on the plane with him. I think I need to explain the situation, but I'm not in the mood really. Sorry, I'll post the story when I feel like it, hopefully soon.