Well, this is it. It’s 6:51 in the morning and my dad should be here any minute to take us to the airport. The past few days have been filled with last items on the to-do list, last goodbyes, last meals, and (just a few mins ago) my last shower. I have to keep reminding myself that I’m not dying, and will be back in the same house in 10 months. It could be that I only got 3 hours of sleep last night that makes me feel that way.
We had an amazing going away party, and the pics are rolling in. I’ll post them when I get some time on the other side of the world. Now I have to go drink some coffee and give my housemates a hug… one last time.