I felt the rise of that old familiar feeling. I hated it. I welcomed it.
fucking Lithuania, i dont wanna come back to your gloominess.
after the amazing summer on the island and great NYC time with Angelina, Sashka, Vovk, Eri and her friends i feel like i am going back to prison, seriously. i can't wait to come back. come back to the states. btw, they believe here that a person who didn't go up the statue of liberty has more chances to come back to the country that the one who did. of course i stayed as far from it as i could
i don't like it anyways.

so i am sitting at the Jet Blue Terminal in teh JFK, boarding for my flight starts in about 2 hours, i am heartbroken to leave this country but i know that i am coming back.
yesterday in the central park a couple with video camera and mike approached us and asked me "why are you proud to be an american?". Sara asked me today "so when are you gonna be a citizen?" oh, and people here think i m from Boston. 'cause the only id i use is a MA state id
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'cause i will live here someday.