Martos is definitely a cute, little city, with nice people and great tapas... but for some reason I can't seem to adjust. This has never really happened before. I've always adapted very well to my environment. But there's just something about being here... some days you just wake up and feel like crying. Everything just feels so wrong. I'm trying to get involved in things and meet people, but it's not going away. I'll have a couple of good days and then- boom! I'll be hit with the stupid Martos funk again. I don't know what to do. And then I feel even more awful because I'm bringing Danial down. *sigh*
I don't regret coming here per se, but I wish I would stop falling into the funk. I know we will look back on this experience more fondly than we are now... I just genuinely hope I can learn to be truly happy here. It's less than seven months now anyway. But I guess home is where your heart is, and mine is split between New York and my family. Maybe my family should move to Martos, too... HINT HINT.
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That does happen, particularly when one feels resigned to living, rather than just visiting, somewhere unfamiliar for an extended period of time. Convince your brain and body that it's a vacation, and perhaps the associated endorphins will kick in. ;D
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