In my head I can hear "the final countdown" playing.
I am not a very organized person, and I haven't been able to bring myself to pack my belongings. This is not because I do not want to go home--I want to go home--I just do not want to leave Italy. Unfortunately, I cannot have both. And even more unfortunately, the time has come to pack, and I must fit all of my worldly possessions into two suitcases, and I do not have the patience for playing tetris with my books and socks.
And my packing has given me a little headache. And I am not prone to headaches.
However, having all of my clothing untidily shoved into a suitcase that is sitting on the foot of my bed the realization that I am going home has dawned full-force. I am really excited. It will be so good to see everybody.
But, man I am going to miss this place.
