What makes life interesting is that what you think you need, and what you actually need are often two very different things. And I think that that is one thing I've really come to understand over the last six months.

Everything in life is relative and one's own sense of morality is in a constant battle against one's ability to survive in the world. We live in land where friendship and love has a high turnover rate. The revolving door of people coming in and going out of one's life turns quickly and endlessly.

If nothing else, this life abroad has caused for way more self-reflection and putting-into-perspective than ever imagined.