I don’t know why I seek people out at all times of the day, but I do. When I was in Albania I wanted to have time at the end of the day to myself. Here in the States I have been craving the company of people, especially late at night. Sometimes I make the conscious effort to get home early, stay home and get to bed early. Other nights I feel the need to decompress around strangers at a local eatery like the Ram. One of the things it took me a few weeks to get used to after coming home is that I can have conversations. It had not occurred to me before heading overseas that I would not have a real conversation for 8 months. Although there were English speaking people other than myself in Albania, I was not close with any of them. My closest friends were natives; the language barrier did not allow for an accurate articulation of fears, loves, aspirations, frustrations, hopes, dreams or other poetic sources. Since arriving in the States I have steadily increased my communication with the people around me to what I now perceive to be a maximum. Having said that, I know I have more to say, more to do, more to enjoy, more life to live while here.
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