Short Rambling from late June

So, my year abroad is quickly approaching its end. And, oddly enough, in the same way it began, typing in my pajamas. It's an odd feeling, preparing to leave. It didn't hit me until just the other day. And it's not necessarily a good feeling. You build up a life for yourself, with friends, family, and a place you can call your own home.So when you are torn from it, to go back to a place you haven't had (much) contact with for an entire year... that's an odd feeling. Even if I'm not prepared to go home, I'm going regardless. I've been cleaning up my room, and going through my belongings when I thought of how many things I treasure, and all the little memories come back to you...