It's the little things.

This past week has been the best week of my life.

And I have literally done NOTHING.

Ok, that isn't entirely true. I (successfully but VERY poorly) learned to play cricket; I got into a water fight with three of the most amazing guys I've ever met in my life; I got a few well-warranted noise complaints with Bobby; I broke my red high heels; I got a haircut; I sat in the sun; I worked out everyday; I got completely hammered when I should've been writing essays; I wrote the essays; I got an extension for one of the essays; and I felt at home again.

Traveling was AMAZING. A life-changing experience for sure, and I am so blessed, SO blessed. But I can't describe what a feeling it is to be back in my own room, grounded, surrounded by people I love more than life, and being semi-productive, though not as productive as usual.

This week has made me realize how hard it really is going to be to leave this place and these people. It's these little things that keep me coming back and wishing I could stay in this moment, in these emotions, forever. And it literally scares the shit out of me to know I have to leave in 20 days and that I will probably never see some, or all, of these people again.

I know I continually come back to this idea, but it's only because this place has meant so much to me. So, I may not come out of it with the highest GPA ever, but I can work to fix that. I have learned so much about myself, and sometimes I worry that if I leave this place, this moment, the old me will return, and all the progress and growing I've done will mean nothing.

It's a strange feeling to know that you might be leaving someone forever. And I feel like the someone I've completely left is myself. Well, portions of myself. I really have changed so much. I am not the same person I was 4 and a half months ago, and, although that may sound scary, it really isn't. What scares me more is going back to the life I was leading before, knowing full well that the life I've led here has been beautiful.

I have 3 weeks left, and as much as I would like to be mad at some people for what they did, or as much as I'd like to think about what's going to happen when I get home, I can't do it. I'm stuck in this moment forever right now, and I don't want to leave it.

I love Leicester. And I love the little things that happen to me while I'm here.