I need to remember to get boxes before I forget
So, I'm pretty excited to go home. I haven't been home since, August 25th or something like that. I'm going to give my dog a big kiss on her snout! I love that beast haha. As my dad calls her "Nanook of the North." I think it suits her well. I'm also excited that I will be able to RELAX after a LONG and sometimes STRESSFUL semester.
Things have been going really well. I'm feeling closer and closer to my friends everyday here as I try to cling to the last minute of everyday realizing "this is my last Thursday in Madison" or "this is my last episode of the OC with Jenny" or "my last roundtable" lots of lasts for a while at least. It's more difficult this year than it has been in the past. This might be one year that I'm more sad leaving than coming home. And how confusing the concept of home is becoming! Home or my real home? Or what's my real home? Ah.. it's ridiculous.
Tomorrow I'm going to get my ass kicked by my Political Theory exam, and then a mock interview thingy, and then selling back some books so I can buy Christmas presents. For dinner a few of us are going to Frida's, and it should be amazing. Great food with excellent company! Then I'm going to stay up all night and pack so that I can put all my stuff in storage on Saturday. It's going to be living out of a suitcase for a few days until I leave hahaha... Jenny and I might have to have some sleepovers and be ridiculous as usual.
Then all I have is a French paper and an interview and then, on Tuesday, I'm leaving! Ahhh!
Ok and here's my address as of February 21st:
89, rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine
75011 Paris
FRANCE
ah.. EXCITING!
Things have been going really well. I'm feeling closer and closer to my friends everyday here as I try to cling to the last minute of everyday realizing "this is my last Thursday in Madison" or "this is my last episode of the OC with Jenny" or "my last roundtable" lots of lasts for a while at least. It's more difficult this year than it has been in the past. This might be one year that I'm more sad leaving than coming home. And how confusing the concept of home is becoming! Home or my real home? Or what's my real home? Ah.. it's ridiculous.
Tomorrow I'm going to get my ass kicked by my Political Theory exam, and then a mock interview thingy, and then selling back some books so I can buy Christmas presents. For dinner a few of us are going to Frida's, and it should be amazing. Great food with excellent company! Then I'm going to stay up all night and pack so that I can put all my stuff in storage on Saturday. It's going to be living out of a suitcase for a few days until I leave hahaha... Jenny and I might have to have some sleepovers and be ridiculous as usual.
Then all I have is a French paper and an interview and then, on Tuesday, I'm leaving! Ahhh!
Ok and here's my address as of February 21st:
89, rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine
75011 Paris
FRANCE
ah.. EXCITING!