Oh hello, insomnia. We meet again.

Every day, I become more restless. It's just unbelievable how quickly time is pushing me towards Oxford! Unfortunately, an exhaustive to-do list stands between me and that flight to Heathrow. Hmm.

But really. That's all that ever occupies my mind, aside from my growing desire to learn how to swing dance. I suppose that will have to wait. One of my major undertakings is this (ridiculous) travel portfolio I have to whip out for my Global Studies class. So much for this no homework between semesters beeswax, I've got predeparture documents to prepare. To top it all off, in between forced writing sessions, my dreams are all in French. Mais oui.

However, this semester should be quite the doozy. Lots of structured wandering. Around countries. Feel free to join me.

"Le bonheur ne vient jamais comme on l'a imagine."

making amends

I'm not good at this.

My stomach does flips when I think about how I am going to leave everything. Nothing is resolved or tied up in a neat little package. I feel like the relationships that have grown this semester are just at risk to be knocked two steps back. Now I'm in this stupid state of withdrawal. My heart won't let anything new in.

Then there's the remorse that haunts me over my failed attempts to fix things. I don't have much else to say about that, other than the fact that it's there.

I need some peace in the bumpy moments.

i feel like i'm about to start over.

November was a blur.. and all of a sudden, it's exam week.

Deep breath. It's going to be okay.
But I am going to miss everyone like crazy.
Just a few more days left before I haul my crap back to Austin, and I'm not sure I really like that idea. So while I try to soften the blow with denial, I'm up to my neck in reviews.

Then finally, finally I get to use this blog for its original purpose: to document my semester in Oxford.

Meanwhile, acute breakdowns interrupt my dreams of hot tea and European travels. Believe me when I say I'll miss you dearly.

Bon soir.