stoooooppp it

Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.

If I am doing something in Buenos Aires, it is happening one of these days.

This is going to be a really interesting transition back to the US.

I'm not sure what I will do when I can't hop on the subte and meet a friend downtown,

or walk in and buy a litro for four pesos,

use the guiat to figure out which block to wait on for the bondi,

go to sandguchito,

hear cat calls,

get sketched out by anyone and everyone at night...

i expect i'll just cry a lot,

or be in a state of shock.

not sure.

I've said bye to a lot of people the past couple days, but most of my close friends are still here. And the next few days are going to be really hectic as I try to balance time between them all. Yesterday Ian left. Which was strange.

I'm really just thinking about it like this:

These six months were so amazing, but six months is short in comparison to "life" (which I think should be a very long time). So I figure now that I have friends all over the world, and plan to travel, and plan to not have any plans, I'm going to bump into people sooner or later.

So I'm thinking of it like that.

But I will miss walking down the streets of Buenos Aires. I don't think I can come back at least until graduating BC...

I LOVE BUENOS AIRES

talking about leaving it, and now saying "I leave Wednesday" not just "I leave the 22nd (some date that is far away)" is the most bizarre feeling ever.

Okay that's enough of that,

too sad.

Must go downtown now and be in denial of leaving.