"And Scene."

This will be the most difficult entry to write because I hate what it says.

Right as I had grown accustomed to living here, and even enjoying it, I had to make the decision to come home. Yes, I’ve been homesick. Yes, Tyler and I broke up. Yes, to many other factors. However, none of these were the straw that broke the camel’s back. This camel is just too tired of being ill. I have been sick for two months straight. My stomach hurts daily and climaxes (aka Buddha Booty) at least every other week. The severity fluctuates, but the affliction itself never waivers. I need to get home, get insurance, and get to the doctor.

I am sorry to say that by quitting, I am skipping out on a commitment, letting people down, and abandoning my love, but I can’t spend another three months with my rear in the state it’s in presently. I know those who truly love me will understand and want me to be both happy and healthy.

Saying goodbye to Tyler will be heartbreaking, and I am dreading it. How do I go from seeing him every day to zero days? How am I going to sleep without being snuggled up against him? Needless to say, I’ve been crying a lot. I keep reminding myself to enjoy the last days I have with him and that an end to our relationship is for the best. It would end eventually, so why drag out something that won’t last forever?

I’ll be stateside on the 26th. Now I’m set with the task of tackling Beijing by myself and then finding something to be for Halloween.