OK, so fashionably late is just an excuse, really... I should write more often. Hell, I should just write, period. I have a lot of good ideas, I just have to sit down and do it! A journal isn't that hard to write is it? Anyway...

My house is being packed away in boxes. With only two weeks left, everything is going away. We've got almost no furniture anymore, and most everything else is tucked away in cardboard. I don't even have a piano anymore, or a cd player... which is getting me a bit cranky. You'd think that with that in mind, I would at least write something to make me feel better. Really, mostly I've been trying to soak in my friends and my country. I don't like being at home too much. I want to see! I want to feel! And I can't do that too much in an allergy prone home that's falling apart around me. I wish this country were safe enough that I could go off and explore by myself and not have to worry about anything for a week or so. Then again, that would leave no time to see my loved ones...

Cambiemos de idioma!! Ahh, voy a extrañar tanto el spanglish! Ya que estoy hablando en español, les contaré que me uní a un club: Más que todo, para meterme al concurso de literatura. A ver si acaso escribo un poco mas! Ya escribí mi pieza para Avaricia. De ahí, continuaré a escribir más. Me dijeron que para ser miembra tenía que poner el ícono en mi journal, entonces eso estoy haciendo! Aunque no sé todavía si lo estoy haciendo bien...

Back to English. SO much to do, so little time!! University preparation stuff, moving stuff, seeing my friends for the last time in months stuff. I wonder, how many of these people will I never see again? Then again, how many wonderful people am I going to meet that will fill the space they left? The future is almost everything I hoped for, even if right now I'm mourning for the end of this chapter. Today, the day felt like it was December, even though it's July. My best friend said all the wind and the way the light falls is sure sign of global warming. I feel more like this is quite adequate. It's the December of my life as I know it.