waiting [somewhat patiently] on the world to change.
The weird thing about living in another country is the limited access I have to social media (Internet, cell phones, televisions, newspapers, magazines, etcetera.) Sometimes I forget about the rest of the world. This is good because it helps me to live in the moment of where I am and what I’m doing. It’s also good because I don’t get stuck wasting time reading the perpetual cycle of facebook updates or those celebrity gossip stories I secretly take pleasure in. My mind is clear from meaningless distraction.
On the other hand, I fall behind from the reality that is...