North-bound. or homeward, like the movie. very similar.

Alright, this will most likely be very lengthy, reflective, and insighting.

I am sitting in a spot 7 argentina-floors-up on only one of many large streets, overlooking buses, waiting-for-the-bus'ers, stalling cars and traffic lights. I have yet to make eye contact with anyone, but I honestly do believe that no one has noticed my presence. My flight leaves at night tomorrow, and I am resting and being a bit lazy. I also feel like it's been my last night for several nights as I say bye to people and celebrate all the last nights that there are.

I wish I didnt have to do the whole airport and plane and travel process, such a bother.

I guess I really can't know how I feel until I'm back.

I have very high hopes for my weeks in California. This I feel.

I also think I look forward to home for all the reflecting I will do once there. I'll get creative with telling people stories instead of just going "yeah it was great!" every time someone asks. But also I'm really excited to listen to all the tapes of random life sounds, go through random papers, and start planning how I will paint plano 17 of the guiat onto my wall next semester.

These six months have been the most time I have spent living away from home, in my life. So many things are about to happen. This should be interesting.

love.love.love.

wait oh my god so that was going to be the end of my post, but i just have to tell you that i just got permission to use absolutely any and all food in the kitchen because we all leave tomorrow and will have to throw any extra stuff out. do you KNOW how exciting this is?