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I have so much to update about!!! I still haven't talked about my Christmas and New Years.
My holidays were full of setbacks, dishing out loads of money, illnesses, yet a ton of fun.
Venice:
On the 23rd, we headed to Paris to catch our plane from there to Venice. We went early so we could hang around Paris a little but our bags were so heavy so we ended up walking around for a few hours and then going to the bus stop and waiting there for another few hours. We had all seen Paris before so none of us were too gutted about that idea. We caught the bus to get to the Paris Beauvais airport which is an airport about an hour and a half outside of the city that was bought by ryanair specifically used for their own flights. REALLY REALLY tiny airport. We get our boarding passes, go into the terminal and sit there waiting. After we notice that our flight was supposed to leave 10 minutes ago, we start wondering what's going on. All of a sudden, they announce over the intercom that the flight was cancelled and that we need to go to the information desk to get a refund or another flight. An entire plane-full of people rushed to the desk and find out that there's not another flight straight to Venice till the 27th of December!!! That's the day that we were supposed to leave! This is when the pandomonium begins.
Being a group of American, New Zealand, and Australian students living in France, we were willing to stand in line and patiently wait for our turn. There were obviously many Italians trying to get back home and we had forgotten and yet, were quickly reminded that Italians will do anything in their power to get ahead of you in line. We were continuously being shoved forward when there wasn't even anywhere to go!!! We were actually next about 5 seperate times yet here comes another woman barging her way through. I swear...that was the point when I decided I would be able to live happily with myself if I murdered at least one of those people to set an example of what NOT to do in line.
After about an hour in line, we finally got to the woman and she told us there is a flight to Pisa the next day and we could get a train from there. Ok, whatever. Let's do it. We're not spending Christmas in Lyon. Since the airport was not open 24 hours, we then had to go find a hotel. Long story short, we found a cheap one, got dinner, and went to the airport the next morning. Got to Pisa, went to buy train tickets, and spent 40 euro each for a one way ticket to Venice. Finally...FINALLY got to Venice. It was Christmas Eve night. The hotel wouldn't remove the charge for the previous night even though our flight had been cancelled so I said whatever thinking I would deal with it when I checked out. We were starving but nothing was open so we went to a grocery store and got some sandwich material.
Next morning, Christmas day. I woke up feeling like it was just another day. Sad. :( Matthew gave me one of his presents. It was my stocking that he had secretly had my mom send to him months before. I was so surprised and so happy. It was a piece of home that I really missed. I had only ever mentioned my stocking once to him and he remembered. It meant so much to me. I also opened the gifts my mom had sent me which were great. It all definitely put me in a better mood.
We got a bus into Venice (because our hotel was actually on the mainland of Venice) and enjoyed the city without any tourists. We went to a symphony in a beautiful church and then got some Chinese food, haha. I had been feeling sick that whole day so after dinner, I was very ready to go back. We waited for the bus for about an hour and then found out that the buses didn't run so late on Christmas day. A fact that the inept woman at the hotel failed to mention to us. We paid for a taxi, got home, and I was sick the entire night. The next day, I was so sick that I just had to stay at the hotel the entire day. It was miserable. I told my mom and she said I should quickly go to the pharmacy and get some antibiotics. Those definitely helped and the next day I was feeling much better.
It was our last day but our plane didn't leave till really late so we spent the entire day in the city. It was definitely the best day of the trip. Well first, when I checked out of the hotel, I asked the new lady if we could get a refund for the day that we weren't here because of our cancelled flight. She said that if I had asked when we first got there, we wouldn't have been charged for that night. Uhhh....I DID!!! She said sorry but she can't give me a refund. Awesome. Anyway, in the city we took a gondola ride, ate pizza, went to the doge's palace, fed birds, and just walked around and enjoyed the sites. As much as I did like walking around Venice when it was devoid of tourists, I definitely do love the excitement of a crowded city. We got to the airport that night and then flew home to Paris. Jean and I were heading to Scotland the next day and Matthew was heading to the south of France to visit his old host family for New Years so we stayed at the cheap hotel again that night and then went our own ways the next morning.
Before I head into my next installment, I'll post pictures of Paris and Venice.
Iceskating in the midst of Notre Dame
The Seine
Notre Dame of course
The Louvre
The Louvre gardens
This is as close as we got to the Eiffel Tower
And as close as we got to the Arc de Triumph
The Alps from the plane
Finding our way through the labyrinth of Venice streets
We went to an exhibit of da Vinci's inventions brought to life. Here are a few:
This is a car
Bicycle
The wing that looks like the one in Ever After
The church where the little show was
You could rent this dress for the Carnivale. There were stores all around that had costumes for it. I want to go so bad! I just can't afford Venice again.
Piazza San Marco at night
What would the world be without McDonalds?
The bridge of sighs. Named so because it was the bridge between the doge's palace/courthouse and the prison so when prisoners would be taken to their cell, they could get one last glimpse of the world through the windows and sigh from sadness.
Incredible deserts
Best hot chocolate I've had in my entire life
Rialto bridge
Cassanova's house
Marco Polo's house
The San Marco basilica
St. Mark's square
Feeding the pigeons
The grand canal
Inside the Doge's palace
The golden staircase
Supposedly one of the biggest rooms in Europe
The prison courtyard
Picture from inside the bridge of sighs
Edinburgh:
Well first I went to Glasgow. Jean and I were spending a night there before Edinburgh. As soon as I got there, I knew I would love Scotland. Right outside the airport, there were rolling, grassy hills with cute little houses spotted all over the fields. We didn't know which bus to get into town and we asked this woman at the bus stop. Instead of just telling us, she rode with us all the way to where we needed to get off. This is just one example of how incredibly nice and helpful the Scots are. We got to the hostel and then got some dinner. The rest of the night, we played cards with people we met at the hostel. Some of the girls we met who were from Australia were actually going to Edinburgh for the Hogmanay festival so we got there numbers to meet up once we were all there.
The next day we got a bus to Edinburgh. The city is SO beautiful and since the festival was starting that day (the 29th), there were all these carnival rides and markets and tons of people milling around. We were supposed to be couchsurfing in Edinburgh. Couchsurfing.com is a site where you can network with people and ask people if they could host you at their homes while you're travelling. It's a great system for cheap travelling and meeting great people. The person we had asked to host us was actually goin to be out of town but his roommate would be there to let us in and give us keys and everything. We tried calling her all day and her phone was off because it kept going to her voicemail. We called the guy and he said he didn't know what was going on because she had been in France visiting her family but she should've been home by now. He said we could stay with his mom that night instead. By the time we got this situated, it was getting dark and we were waiting for the torchlight procession to begin so we headed to a pub to pass the time. We ended up meeting a really cool American couple and talked to them for a couple hours. Then we took our massive candles that we had bought and got in line for the procession. There were about 12,000 people holding lit candles, vikings, and bagpipe players walking from one side of the city to the other. It ended on top of a hill with old roman ruins and there was a viking ship being burned and a bunch of vikings standing around it with torches. They set off some fireworks and then that was it. We were lucky to be in the front of the line because by the time that was over, only about half of the line of people had made it to the hill. The amount of people was HUGE!
After the procession, Jean, the couple, and I found another pub. We were drinking a few beers, talking to some Scottish people, and all of a sudden the huge group of vikings walked in. We started talking to them and found out that they were from the Shetland islands which has a huge history with Norway. Each of the guys made every single article of viking clothing they were wearing including the sheepskin boots, helmets, shields, swords, and axes. We talked to them for a few hours and then the pub was closing (for a lesbian party, haha. Odd.) and the vikings invited us to head with them to another pub. After a while, they all decided to go back to their hotel room and invited us so we ended up partying with vikings till about 6am. We got a few hours sleep and then headed out on the town. That was our first place of lodging in Edinburgh.
The next day, we just walked around and saw some sites. We still didn't have a place to put all our luggage (it had been sitting in a bus station locker since the day before) so we tried calling the girl again. Still wasn't answering. Our friends that we had met in Glasgow gave us a call to tell us they were in Edinburgh now so we met up with them at their hostel. It was a really awesome place and it was one of the only hostels in the city that still had beds available and it didn't cost 100 pounds so we started to reserve some beds for the next couple of nights when we get a call from the girl. FINALLY. She had gotten her information mixed up and thought that we were arriving the next day so she had stayed on vacation an extra day. Anyway, we head to her apartment which is a 25 minute bus ride from the center of the city and because of the festival, the buses were running every 45 minutes so it took us quite a while to get out there. We get to the apartment, get the keys, drop our luggage off, and head back into the city to hang out with everyone again. It was a relaxed night watching movies and playing cards with them. The apartment that we ended up staying at was actually really crappy. There was no heat, the whole place smelled like a wet dog, it was really messy, and there wasn't even any hot water to take a shower. I mean, honestly, I can't really complain because it was a free place to stay but I do feel bad for the girl that lives there because to me, it would just be miserable living without heat in the middle of a scottish winter. So second place of lodging in Edinburgh.
On New Year's Eve, we visited the Edinburgh castle which was really interesting, went to buy some beer and wine, and went back to our friends' hostel to hang out and at 10pm we headed to the street party. The entire main street of the city was closed off and there were a limited amount of tickets being sold for the street party so it wasn't too crowded at all. It was really nice. We found the perfect spot to stand which was right in front of the castle. We could hear the bands that were playing, we could see the huge television screen, and we would be able to see the fireworks being set off from the castle. We were standing there for about 30 minutes when someone said that they really had to pee. That made someone else realize they had to pee. Eventually, about 8 out of the 10 people in our group decided that we should all go together and pee so no one would get lost. It was about 10:55 and they were going to be closing the gates and not letting anyone else in at 11 so I knew this was going to turn out bad. Long story short, everyone peed, we tried to get back in, couldn't, ran to another gate, denied, another, denied, and finally, the last one we tried, they let us in. All in all, that took about 45 minutes to do. It was 11:45, we lost our great spot, and even lost three members of our group, including Jean who had the keys to the apartment. We ended up finding a fairly good spot, counted down, enjoyed midnight, met a few people, had some great conversations, sang Auld Lang Syne, and had a great deal of fun. After a while, I realized I had no way of getting a hold of Jean and I wouldn't be able to get into the apartment without him so my friends snuck me into their hostel and I slept in one of the empty beds for free. Third place of lodging in Edinburgh.
The next day, I went to the underground vaults of the city and the Edinburgh dungeon. The vaults were really interesting. In the late 1700s, they basically cut off the top half of hundreds of houses to build another building on top of it and used the old houses as the supports for the building, so there's practically an entire small city underneath a section of Edinburgh. Unfortunatley, you couldn't take pictures because it was underneath a government building and it was illegal to take any.
Jean left that day and I slept at the hostel again. The next day, I headed to Glasgow. My friend who was going to take me around the highlands had to cancel at the last minute so I couchsurfed with another person in Glasgow. He was super nice and really interesting. He was from Finland and was studying a billion things in school. He had lived in California for a year and Glasgow for 3 years. He knew Finnish, Swedish, and English all perfectly. We went out for drinks and dinner the first night and then the next day, hung out, ate PAPA JOHN'S!!! (I missed that pizza so incredibly much), and watched a few movies. By this time, I was sick with a horrible cold so I just took it easy in Glasgow. Nothing touristy. I left the next day at 4am to fly from Glasgow to Paris Beauvais, bus from Beauvais to Paris bus station, metro from bus station to train station, and train from Paris to Lyon. Luckily, after my entire holiday, the trip home went without a hitch.
Here are the Edinburgh
Salisbury's crag
St. Gile's Cathedral
Edinburgh castle
The only day we saw the sun
Fireworks before the torchlight procession
Torchlight procession
You can see the people snaking up the road way in the back
The viking ship
Some videos
Vikings
William Wallace look-a-like
The castle
View of the city from the castle
A cemetary for the soldiers' dogs
The fireworks for New Years
The war memorial building. This was really neat. They had books and books of the names of all the soldiers who had died in various wars that Scotland had been involved in.
The great hall
The group hanging out before the party
Everyone wanted pictures of our group because of their lochness monster hats
The crowds
The countdown
Fireworks
Auld Lang Syne
Singing the Proclaimers
I had never been so happy to be back in Lyon. I really reall did enjoy my holidays but I was just completely exhausted by the end and ready to relax at home. I missed Matthew so much too. We hardly talked at all while he was in the south because he didn't have credit on his phone nor internet access and my phone was completely dead because I had left my charger at home so I was having horrible withdrawal. Since he's leaving on the 17th, we've pretty much been spending every second of our days with each other. He helped me move into my new apartment and I haven't helped him pack for home (I refuse to). Eight months without him...I'm absolutely going to go insane.
Well...speaking of moving into a new apartment...it's awesome! I'll take pictures and post them in my next blog.
My holidays were full of setbacks, dishing out loads of money, illnesses, yet a ton of fun.
Venice:
On the 23rd, we headed to Paris to catch our plane from there to Venice. We went early so we could hang around Paris a little but our bags were so heavy so we ended up walking around for a few hours and then going to the bus stop and waiting there for another few hours. We had all seen Paris before so none of us were too gutted about that idea. We caught the bus to get to the Paris Beauvais airport which is an airport about an hour and a half outside of the city that was bought by ryanair specifically used for their own flights. REALLY REALLY tiny airport. We get our boarding passes, go into the terminal and sit there waiting. After we notice that our flight was supposed to leave 10 minutes ago, we start wondering what's going on. All of a sudden, they announce over the intercom that the flight was cancelled and that we need to go to the information desk to get a refund or another flight. An entire plane-full of people rushed to the desk and find out that there's not another flight straight to Venice till the 27th of December!!! That's the day that we were supposed to leave! This is when the pandomonium begins.
Being a group of American, New Zealand, and Australian students living in France, we were willing to stand in line and patiently wait for our turn. There were obviously many Italians trying to get back home and we had forgotten and yet, were quickly reminded that Italians will do anything in their power to get ahead of you in line. We were continuously being shoved forward when there wasn't even anywhere to go!!! We were actually next about 5 seperate times yet here comes another woman barging her way through. I swear...that was the point when I decided I would be able to live happily with myself if I murdered at least one of those people to set an example of what NOT to do in line.
After about an hour in line, we finally got to the woman and she told us there is a flight to Pisa the next day and we could get a train from there. Ok, whatever. Let's do it. We're not spending Christmas in Lyon. Since the airport was not open 24 hours, we then had to go find a hotel. Long story short, we found a cheap one, got dinner, and went to the airport the next morning. Got to Pisa, went to buy train tickets, and spent 40 euro each for a one way ticket to Venice. Finally...FINALLY got to Venice. It was Christmas Eve night. The hotel wouldn't remove the charge for the previous night even though our flight had been cancelled so I said whatever thinking I would deal with it when I checked out. We were starving but nothing was open so we went to a grocery store and got some sandwich material.
Next morning, Christmas day. I woke up feeling like it was just another day. Sad. :( Matthew gave me one of his presents. It was my stocking that he had secretly had my mom send to him months before. I was so surprised and so happy. It was a piece of home that I really missed. I had only ever mentioned my stocking once to him and he remembered. It meant so much to me. I also opened the gifts my mom had sent me which were great. It all definitely put me in a better mood.
We got a bus into Venice (because our hotel was actually on the mainland of Venice) and enjoyed the city without any tourists. We went to a symphony in a beautiful church and then got some Chinese food, haha. I had been feeling sick that whole day so after dinner, I was very ready to go back. We waited for the bus for about an hour and then found out that the buses didn't run so late on Christmas day. A fact that the inept woman at the hotel failed to mention to us. We paid for a taxi, got home, and I was sick the entire night. The next day, I was so sick that I just had to stay at the hotel the entire day. It was miserable. I told my mom and she said I should quickly go to the pharmacy and get some antibiotics. Those definitely helped and the next day I was feeling much better.
It was our last day but our plane didn't leave till really late so we spent the entire day in the city. It was definitely the best day of the trip. Well first, when I checked out of the hotel, I asked the new lady if we could get a refund for the day that we weren't here because of our cancelled flight. She said that if I had asked when we first got there, we wouldn't have been charged for that night. Uhhh....I DID!!! She said sorry but she can't give me a refund. Awesome. Anyway, in the city we took a gondola ride, ate pizza, went to the doge's palace, fed birds, and just walked around and enjoyed the sites. As much as I did like walking around Venice when it was devoid of tourists, I definitely do love the excitement of a crowded city. We got to the airport that night and then flew home to Paris. Jean and I were heading to Scotland the next day and Matthew was heading to the south of France to visit his old host family for New Years so we stayed at the cheap hotel again that night and then went our own ways the next morning.
Before I head into my next installment, I'll post pictures of Paris and Venice.
Iceskating in the midst of Notre Dame
The Seine
Notre Dame of course
The Louvre
The Louvre gardens
This is as close as we got to the Eiffel Tower
And as close as we got to the Arc de Triumph
The Alps from the plane
Finding our way through the labyrinth of Venice streets
We went to an exhibit of da Vinci's inventions brought to life. Here are a few:
This is a car
Bicycle
The wing that looks like the one in Ever After
The church where the little show was
You could rent this dress for the Carnivale. There were stores all around that had costumes for it. I want to go so bad! I just can't afford Venice again.
Piazza San Marco at night
What would the world be without McDonalds?
The bridge of sighs. Named so because it was the bridge between the doge's palace/courthouse and the prison so when prisoners would be taken to their cell, they could get one last glimpse of the world through the windows and sigh from sadness.
Incredible deserts
Best hot chocolate I've had in my entire life
Rialto bridge
Cassanova's house
Marco Polo's house
The San Marco basilica
St. Mark's square
Feeding the pigeons
Click to viewThe grand canal
Inside the Doge's palace
The golden staircase
Supposedly one of the biggest rooms in Europe
The prison courtyard
Picture from inside the bridge of sighs
Edinburgh:
Well first I went to Glasgow. Jean and I were spending a night there before Edinburgh. As soon as I got there, I knew I would love Scotland. Right outside the airport, there were rolling, grassy hills with cute little houses spotted all over the fields. We didn't know which bus to get into town and we asked this woman at the bus stop. Instead of just telling us, she rode with us all the way to where we needed to get off. This is just one example of how incredibly nice and helpful the Scots are. We got to the hostel and then got some dinner. The rest of the night, we played cards with people we met at the hostel. Some of the girls we met who were from Australia were actually going to Edinburgh for the Hogmanay festival so we got there numbers to meet up once we were all there.
The next day we got a bus to Edinburgh. The city is SO beautiful and since the festival was starting that day (the 29th), there were all these carnival rides and markets and tons of people milling around. We were supposed to be couchsurfing in Edinburgh. Couchsurfing.com is a site where you can network with people and ask people if they could host you at their homes while you're travelling. It's a great system for cheap travelling and meeting great people. The person we had asked to host us was actually goin to be out of town but his roommate would be there to let us in and give us keys and everything. We tried calling her all day and her phone was off because it kept going to her voicemail. We called the guy and he said he didn't know what was going on because she had been in France visiting her family but she should've been home by now. He said we could stay with his mom that night instead. By the time we got this situated, it was getting dark and we were waiting for the torchlight procession to begin so we headed to a pub to pass the time. We ended up meeting a really cool American couple and talked to them for a couple hours. Then we took our massive candles that we had bought and got in line for the procession. There were about 12,000 people holding lit candles, vikings, and bagpipe players walking from one side of the city to the other. It ended on top of a hill with old roman ruins and there was a viking ship being burned and a bunch of vikings standing around it with torches. They set off some fireworks and then that was it. We were lucky to be in the front of the line because by the time that was over, only about half of the line of people had made it to the hill. The amount of people was HUGE!
After the procession, Jean, the couple, and I found another pub. We were drinking a few beers, talking to some Scottish people, and all of a sudden the huge group of vikings walked in. We started talking to them and found out that they were from the Shetland islands which has a huge history with Norway. Each of the guys made every single article of viking clothing they were wearing including the sheepskin boots, helmets, shields, swords, and axes. We talked to them for a few hours and then the pub was closing (for a lesbian party, haha. Odd.) and the vikings invited us to head with them to another pub. After a while, they all decided to go back to their hotel room and invited us so we ended up partying with vikings till about 6am. We got a few hours sleep and then headed out on the town. That was our first place of lodging in Edinburgh.
The next day, we just walked around and saw some sites. We still didn't have a place to put all our luggage (it had been sitting in a bus station locker since the day before) so we tried calling the girl again. Still wasn't answering. Our friends that we had met in Glasgow gave us a call to tell us they were in Edinburgh now so we met up with them at their hostel. It was a really awesome place and it was one of the only hostels in the city that still had beds available and it didn't cost 100 pounds so we started to reserve some beds for the next couple of nights when we get a call from the girl. FINALLY. She had gotten her information mixed up and thought that we were arriving the next day so she had stayed on vacation an extra day. Anyway, we head to her apartment which is a 25 minute bus ride from the center of the city and because of the festival, the buses were running every 45 minutes so it took us quite a while to get out there. We get to the apartment, get the keys, drop our luggage off, and head back into the city to hang out with everyone again. It was a relaxed night watching movies and playing cards with them. The apartment that we ended up staying at was actually really crappy. There was no heat, the whole place smelled like a wet dog, it was really messy, and there wasn't even any hot water to take a shower. I mean, honestly, I can't really complain because it was a free place to stay but I do feel bad for the girl that lives there because to me, it would just be miserable living without heat in the middle of a scottish winter. So second place of lodging in Edinburgh.
On New Year's Eve, we visited the Edinburgh castle which was really interesting, went to buy some beer and wine, and went back to our friends' hostel to hang out and at 10pm we headed to the street party. The entire main street of the city was closed off and there were a limited amount of tickets being sold for the street party so it wasn't too crowded at all. It was really nice. We found the perfect spot to stand which was right in front of the castle. We could hear the bands that were playing, we could see the huge television screen, and we would be able to see the fireworks being set off from the castle. We were standing there for about 30 minutes when someone said that they really had to pee. That made someone else realize they had to pee. Eventually, about 8 out of the 10 people in our group decided that we should all go together and pee so no one would get lost. It was about 10:55 and they were going to be closing the gates and not letting anyone else in at 11 so I knew this was going to turn out bad. Long story short, everyone peed, we tried to get back in, couldn't, ran to another gate, denied, another, denied, and finally, the last one we tried, they let us in. All in all, that took about 45 minutes to do. It was 11:45, we lost our great spot, and even lost three members of our group, including Jean who had the keys to the apartment. We ended up finding a fairly good spot, counted down, enjoyed midnight, met a few people, had some great conversations, sang Auld Lang Syne, and had a great deal of fun. After a while, I realized I had no way of getting a hold of Jean and I wouldn't be able to get into the apartment without him so my friends snuck me into their hostel and I slept in one of the empty beds for free. Third place of lodging in Edinburgh.
The next day, I went to the underground vaults of the city and the Edinburgh dungeon. The vaults were really interesting. In the late 1700s, they basically cut off the top half of hundreds of houses to build another building on top of it and used the old houses as the supports for the building, so there's practically an entire small city underneath a section of Edinburgh. Unfortunatley, you couldn't take pictures because it was underneath a government building and it was illegal to take any.
Jean left that day and I slept at the hostel again. The next day, I headed to Glasgow. My friend who was going to take me around the highlands had to cancel at the last minute so I couchsurfed with another person in Glasgow. He was super nice and really interesting. He was from Finland and was studying a billion things in school. He had lived in California for a year and Glasgow for 3 years. He knew Finnish, Swedish, and English all perfectly. We went out for drinks and dinner the first night and then the next day, hung out, ate PAPA JOHN'S!!! (I missed that pizza so incredibly much), and watched a few movies. By this time, I was sick with a horrible cold so I just took it easy in Glasgow. Nothing touristy. I left the next day at 4am to fly from Glasgow to Paris Beauvais, bus from Beauvais to Paris bus station, metro from bus station to train station, and train from Paris to Lyon. Luckily, after my entire holiday, the trip home went without a hitch.
Here are the Edinburgh
Salisbury's crag
St. Gile's Cathedral
Edinburgh castle
The only day we saw the sun
Fireworks before the torchlight procession
Torchlight procession
You can see the people snaking up the road way in the back
The viking ship
Some videos
Vikings
William Wallace look-a-like
The castle
View of the city from the castle
A cemetary for the soldiers' dogs
The fireworks for New Years
The war memorial building. This was really neat. They had books and books of the names of all the soldiers who had died in various wars that Scotland had been involved in.
The great hall
The group hanging out before the party
Everyone wanted pictures of our group because of their lochness monster hats
The crowds
The countdown
Fireworks
Auld Lang Syne
Singing the Proclaimers
I had never been so happy to be back in Lyon. I really reall did enjoy my holidays but I was just completely exhausted by the end and ready to relax at home. I missed Matthew so much too. We hardly talked at all while he was in the south because he didn't have credit on his phone nor internet access and my phone was completely dead because I had left my charger at home so I was having horrible withdrawal. Since he's leaving on the 17th, we've pretty much been spending every second of our days with each other. He helped me move into my new apartment and I haven't helped him pack for home (I refuse to). Eight months without him...I'm absolutely going to go insane.
Well...speaking of moving into a new apartment...it's awesome! I'll take pictures and post them in my next blog.