It’s days like today, when the courses start and you are bored to death, that it seems so fitting to just leave. Then you remember your travels and are jeleous of your former self, wishing you could escape as you have previously. Then something seems to be settled and you promise yourself that four months is not that long and soon you can be free. However, when those four months are spent your still in the same place, incapable of true mobility. University sucks.