I have not written in my journal in a while.

Well, everything appears to finally be all set for my departure, except for me. I'm trying to be excited about it, because I feel like that's what everyone expects me to be, but in all honesty, it seems surreal. I've been waiting 5 months for this time to come, and now that it's here, my brain refuses to realize it. I know I need to pack, and get some papers and stuff in order, but I keep feeling like I have time.

But I don't have time. I have 6 days. 6 days of goodbyes and fare-thee-wells.

Honestly, and I know this is the strangest analogy I have ever made, but it feels like when you wake up from surgery, and you know that you're ok now, but you're so groggy and out of it that it's hard to remember what happened.

The only emotion I truly feel right now is a sense of loss at leaving my friends and family. It's not sadness, per se, but more of a...emptiness.

Le sigh. I don't know. I do, however, like to know that I'm going to be missed. Somehow, that makes me feel better. Like I made an impact, or something. Sometimes, even though I know, I need to hear it from the other person to make sure that I am not lying to myself.

Also, don't get your earring stuck in your scarf and then have your well-meaning friend help you take your scarf off quickly. It hurts.