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i am ready to go home. but the thought of changing again, saying goodbye and leaving again-i don't have words for it. so i do the same thing i did at the end of last year which is listen to damien rice, go to the gym a lot, laugh when i can and work hard until the end. and when it's over, walk away the best that i can expecting nothing else. abby showed me the first picture today of the puppy that she'll be getting next year and i got breathless. with hope with fear with indescribability. i wish i had better words. time to go write paper on paraguay.