eine Woche noch. . .

I have come to accept the fact that I will be moving on from this place, but I don't think it has yet to really truly sink in that at this time in one week, I will be in the air flying west. I think my mind is tricking me into thinking that it's just for a vacation or holiday, but it's not. I am in fact moving back to the United States in a week. That is absolutely crazy. I have lived the last 14 months away from everyone and everything I have ever known to go pursue an adventure. My time spent here will be time that I will look back on fondly with great memories and amazement. I don't think I will truly grasp the idea that I won't be waking up to seeing Emilian or Lisa or Kai anymore, until after at least a month or two back home. I am going to miss them so much. I can't even begin to think of how much little Emiliano will grow by the next time I get the chance to see him (which will hopefully be this coming summer). And I can't really even think of not seeing Bertus yet. Granted, I haven't been able to see him pretty much at all in the past 6 weeks because of his work, but the idea of him being so far away will be odd. These people have become my best friends and family in the past year, and I am so thankful that fate would have it that we would come into each others lives. But when I start to become sad, I then think of how exciting it is to be looking forward to being surrounded by my American family and friends--the people that have known me for years, and who I always feel at home with. And of course, don't even get me started on my dogs ;)

One week. It's going to be an emotional roller coaster in these next several days, that's for sure. But then again, I think I am going to be too focused trying to figure out how in the HELL I am going to get all this stuff home without having to spend a million dollars. So I send my apologizes now to the poor sap that will be sat next to me on the plane, because I have a feeling, that will be the time that all these emotions will come pouring out. So, guy sitting next to me in a week: Sorry, my B.

As of right now, it being 1:40pm on Monday, December 13th, I have exactly 6 days, 17 hours and 20 minutes left in Deutschland. Ugh. I'm going to be a wreck.