I just did this.

Packing again.

Only this time, instead of my room in Atlanta being a mess, my room here in England is. And I'm both excited and anxious once again.

We're going to Europe tomorrow. TOMORROW. EUROPE. Oh my God. In 24 hours I'll be on a coach to Birmingham to catch a 2:30 flight to Prague. The Czech Republic.

This whole experience has been completely surreal, to say the least. I've been here for 2 months, and yet I feel like it's not even real. Although I also feel like I've been here forever, and I could not imagine being anywhere else right now. At all.

Spencer had to go home last weekend for a few days, and he went up to Lawrence. Honestly, I think that is the biggest mistake he could've made; if I had to go home, I'd be there for 2 days, not tell anyone I was going to be home and get back here as soon as possible. The study abroad experience isn't meant to be disjointed like that. And now he talks about how it made him even more homesick. Honestly, though I love everyone and miss them terribly, I would never want to be home right now. And when I (am forced to) leave in May, I'll long for England, not be excited abou going back home. This place is absolutely mesmerizing.

So now I am leaving what I have come to consider my home, and I am really leaving. We have to move all of our stuff out and put in storage because the halls are used for conference housing over the break. Though I don't know who in their right mind would pay to stay in Digby Halls for a conference. I'm sure most people would rather sleep in their car than this trash hole. But it's my trash hole nonetheless.

I'm taking pictures off my walls, knowing full well that I won't put them back up when I get home. After 5 weeks in Europe, I'll only have 4 more at the University of Leicester. In 9 weeks, I'll be packing again, but it will be a lot easier because I will have sent a lot of junk home with my parents. And it will be a lot harder because I'll be going back to the States, not sure when I'll return here or if I'll ever see any of the friends I've made here again.

I'm not trying to sound depressing; I'm so unbelievably amped to be traveling around Europe for the next 5 weeks. Bob and I are going to have the most amazing time ever, soaking up sun, culture, and plain ol' visceral experience. But the thought of leaving is continually looming in my mind. And I don't want it there anymore.

Maybe I'm just feeling strange because the trip with Andy was completely botched, or maybe I just have travel jitters. But I can't get this feeling out of my mind.

And I hope it leaves before 2:30 tomorrow afternoon.