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Made it to Amsterdam. On my way home. See you soon Chicago.

i am the last flatmate left here in block one flat five. i’m hearing planes fly above me and am thinking of home that is coming so soon. i feel joy. yet, at the same time i’m feeling complete sadness. the friends i have grown to love and know are on their flights home. some i may never see again-others i’ll have a friendship that will last for a lifetime. the world is such a beautiful place.

it’s time to pack up and get ready for home.

The snow won’t stop falling here in England. Classes have been canceled several days in a row, leaving me to try and figure out how to complete my projects on time with great craftsmanship. Anyways. Today is my birthday. It makes me sad to think I’m in England with none of my friends and family to celebrate. I want to be home and have a 21st birthday beer at a bar and feel a little special. Its just not the same when you’re in a different country. On a good note my roommates have made a great day thus far. This morning I was woken up early to be bombarded by my Norwegian friend, Ann-Eli. It’s tradition to wake up early, have breakfast in bed, and be overwhelmed with gifts and cake. No gifts and cake this morning, only a great big bowl of fruit salad! It was perfect, hit the spot. I’ve been missing my fruit smoothies every morning and they asked what I would like for my birthday…I told them a nice big fruit smoothie with flax seed and soy milk, they said they couldn’t do that but come close. Fruit was perfect. Really perfect.

I’m itching to get home but at the same time I’d like to buy a little more time here to spend with my new friends that I have grown to love deeply. It’s going to be hard to be back home. I can feel it.

Anyways…Happy birthday, right?

nineteen days to go.