It is happening.

I'm shifting the language of this blog to English.

I've been with the D. family for six months.

I'm leaving.

I've spent the whole week packing an dunpacking and packing again, and trying to decide if there's stuff I don't need anymore or not. Fighting against the spacial limitations of my three small weel-less suitcases.

Reading borrowed books.

Applying for jobs.

Skyping home.

Being hugged by Ele and Erre and Be.

Slightly hating A and Ka- slightly because I didn't want to biuld a bad karma while I was still here.

Thinking about the Nonosvamosnosechan concentration, the Diachrony and Typology of the English Language PEC, the Writing Group meeting, the transfer of my money, the inherent difficulties of moving houses without a car when there's a 20' walk to the bus stop, translating stuff for my cousing, reading blogs, trying to believe everything is going to be OK, and trying to make the Dwarf believe it too; preparing the classes out of which I seem to need to make my living next month, shoving past my last week of this routine.

Realizing that, no matter what, no matter how much I long to finishing it, I'm going to miss it.

And today, I did it all again, and tomorrow- tomorrow is the day. NExt Saturday will be the day again, but for now, I can only think of tomorrow.

Of how glad I am for the C. family for being M.'s family, for being nicer to me than my actual hostfamily has lately been.
Of how fun and, at the same time, utterly crazy is going to be having S. and S. visiting this weekend. How can I be so exited about someone I don't even know coming over? I guess it comes along whith sahring your person with another body.


Mhhh... that's (not) all, I would say.


"Omnia mea mecum porto" M. would say.