First off, New York City is straight up awesome. Manhattan's opening eloquently summarizes my feeling for it. I mean honestly, I was constantly overwhelmed (in a good way) by the endless hustle and bustle of that city. Next, 4 weeks is a really awful amount of time to spend with people. Spending any less than that, I wouldn't have been so attached to anybody. Due to my awkward and slightly antisocial mannerisms, it took a little while for me to really get to know them on a personal basis. Which makes it so easy to say goodbye since I wouldn't have given so much damn for anyone. I feel like an addition of one more week would have given me the opportunity to get to know more people because really, I regret not spending more time with certain people, especially my professor. Also, what bothered me the most about the last day was that the feeling that all was coming to an end never hit me. I was in New York one minute, inside the plane in the next, and now back in San Diego. It just went by damn too fast, you know? Now I'm sitting here in front of my computer, restarting my repetitious and rather bland lifestyle of mine once again. But then again, I cannot explain in words how glad I am to be home again. Monica is as adorable as always, my sister's still got her sass, my dad is finally back from Korea, my mom's cooking incredible homemade Korean food, and the San Diego weather is beyond perfect, what more can I possibly ask for?