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I've been having some truly awesome chats with friends and family lately. Let's just say, Skyping with the Fritsches while at least some of them are drunk is a good time. I can't wait to go home and become "pleasantly happy" with my Aunt Mary Ellen. But I've also been getting crazy mixed signals from my family about moving out here permanently someday. And by mixed, I mean that my Grams has expressed her great displeasure that I would ever consider leaving her again and my father has basically packed half the house in his mind and is bent on moving here, too. Mom seems to be slowly coming around to the idea. I know that she is just worried about money and thinking about the separation, but she told me that she's going to save up her air miles so that I don't have to pay to come back for auditions. Excuse me if I'm getting a bit Little Women all up in here, but I never thought I would love anywhere as much as I love home, but I REALLY don't want to leave London. I mean, I want to go home, obviously, but not quite yet and only for a bit. Next year is going to be amazing, if only for the fact that I'll finally be living out of student housing with two of my favorite people in the world. Plus, I only have classes on Tuesday's and Thursday's, which will give me ample time to work or visit people. Hopefully work. The drama program I'm looking at over here is a wee bit pricey, so I'll need to actually start saving, as opposed to working all summer, spending it all year, and then starting over again. Anne is trying to hook me up at the Miller and I'm going to send in an app for the University Library. I think having "National Archives" on my resume should give me some sort of boost, right? I vote yes. Also, this summer should be pretty good. Again, I'm kind of torn because I love summer, working like crazy, being able to hang out with friends and family, eating, and such, but, um, LONDON. It's not even just the city anymore. In fact, besides those first four weeks, this semester hasn't been very "go out and DO London". It's getting to the comfortable point. I only wish the gang from last term was still around, because then everything would just seem right. Please, can't I stay just another few weeks? Or maybe until August?