"I cry everyday. Maura is doing fine."

Last night I received a question from my dad via email, "Are you having fun yet?" I'm not sure if he was joking or just not paying attention because clearly

I'm not.

Look at my typical day...

I wake up every morning and look over quaint row house rooftops to the distant silhouettes of mountains. I then walk to class along serene canals trailed by elegant white swans. I arrive in classes where my attendance isn't expected and any work handed in is considered good work. After class I can take long walks through the city or sit by the bay and read, or just return home to my beautiful apartment with two lovely roommates and friendly neighbors.

Then some nights we head out to the pubs, where there is always music and people and good craic. I'm constantly meeting new people and trying new things, its awful.

The weekends though are the roughest, I have to get up and take the bus and travel out to the country where I can hike through gorgeous mountains, or bike along scenic coastlines, I stay in cozy hostels (again meeting new people) and have unexpected adventures.

I'm miserable please come get me.