I got sick for the first time a few days ago…spent two nights in a row basically sleeping on a Nepalese hostel bathroom floor.
Weird to not have an easy way to hear my mom’s voice or order Moonstruck Diner’s chicken noodle soup or even find a Purple Rain gatorade.
I thought for sure that the first time I threw up would be the moment I would want to go home. But as much as I missed the comforts of home (and I realllly did), I didn’t actually want to be there.
Finally feeling much better today…AND my stomach is super flat now, so there’s that too.