“If you go on vacation too long, it’s no longer fun, it’s no longer vacation,” these words of wisdom were told to me by my momma yesterday. She hit the nail on the head. I have absolutely loved my experience here, but I am just ready to go home.
I have felt bad the past few days as my other American friends here are dreading going home, wishing, hoping the volcanic ash from Iceland prevents us from getting home. I can’t wait to get on that plane. I wish I could have gone home last week. My classes are finished and I have spent all my money while traveling in Europe. Broke and homesick, I’m ready to be in the comfort of my own country.
Since I have been slacking in a major way concerning blogging, I have a goal (well one of many) for the summer-to blog about every place I went to. I have been avid in my journaling even though my blogging has been lacking. So I wil review my journal and my pictures and blog about every place I went to these past few months.
The prospect of packing and cleaning my room awaits me; the packing I don’t mind, but the cleaning is worth procrastinating. Trying to figure out what to bring home and what to trash goes against my Polish nature. I want to save everything, probably because I’m poor and know how much it costs to replace, but having an overweight bag is a fee I don’t care to pay.
I have a countdown on a scrap of paper next to my computer, everyday I scratch out the last number and excitedly write down what today’s number is. Today is SIX! Six more days!
Well I have check out paperwork to fill out and print; plus, that awesome chore of cleaning is awaiting me. (Trying to clean the floor without a broom or mop is going to be my least favorite job) God Bless
