SO some of the Hedwig followers have become a little bit envious of the life of an Erasmus kid. Sure, it's class. All sangria, euro tequila shots and creepy Spanish men with mullets. As much of a laugh it is, and as much as I like to gloat over many aspects of my new continental lifestyle, I think there is a part of me that is a little bit envious of my comrades back on home turf. Stuff that they're lucky to have:
Fresh milk.
Actual seasons.
The capacity to be witty, use word play.
Eeeeh that's all I can think of.
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