Bitter sweet feeling of being half OK with this whole:

So,
For the last few months I have absolutely hated where I was and I craved Brooklyn in a disgusting way that an anorexic person craves a cheese burgers but knows that they will not have it. But since the dawn of this semester, it's not so bad, not so bad at all. I would even venture as far to say that I am enjoying myself. Perhaps it's because I dwelled on a negative beginning but in all reality it worked out so perfectly because had certain events not happened i would be trapped with superficial retards and now I am willing friends with a great group of positive, fun and good people. At the end of the day, there is no place like Brooklyn but when I finally stopped comparing the two I realized that this frozen tundra is not so bad.