Conscious Again

Well it seems that I have made it through yet another step in the initiation of living overseas. I have spent the last 48 hours sick as a dog. Puking alone and deciding if food was worth crawling out of bed for. After all a person will die of dehydration before they starve..... decisions, decisions.

Honestly though why is that moments like these are what seem to define life? Do you remember the first time you puked in college without your Mom there to pat you on the back? Or the time you fixed your first flat tire? Or the day you realized that all the numbers on your credit card statement were all your doing and nobody is bailing you out this time? It always seems to be the yucky moments that make it on the list.