Final Days

So it's the final days in Louisville for the year. Well, I'll be back for the last seven days of 2009, but that's more of a technicality than anything else. In the last two days, I've had to say goodbye to both my boyfriend Paul, who has been the best thing to happen to me in quite some time, and my best friend Meg, who is my soulmate, gift to existance, and truest friend. Paul came down for the weekend, my last weekend, so that we could have one last summer hoo rah together. After showing up at my door with a dozen red roses, just because, we went to see the Sacred Heart Dance team perform at the Trinity football game. They looked spectacular as usual, and we spent the rest of the night eating and watching Lost. Saturday wasn't the best day for me. I became highly frustrated with packing -- having to make decisions regarding the importance of every material possession you've ever owned is really more challenging that I'd originally hoped. Eventually we packed up a suitcase of clothes, and went to dinner with Nana and Papa for a final family supper at Hurstborne. Although of course Dad wasn't there; he wouldn't miss a weekend at the lake for anything!

Anyway Paul unfortunatley left early Sunday, and by early I mean around 12, to get back to do homework and get ready for the week. However, he didn't actually get to leave until quarter til one, as I spent 45 minutes sobbing about how much I would miss him. Meg, thankfully, arrived shortly after this, around 1:45, and made everything, as usual, exponentially better. We went shopping for cardigans, a surprisingly difficult task, and spent the night designing tattoos, drinking exceptionally strong chocolate martinis and watching the original Peter Pan and, in tradition, Twilight.

Saying goodbye to Meg was as expected absolutely terrible and I found myself crying over the fact that I would not let her marry anyone unless he was "really cool." I continue to find myself using goodbyes as an outlet for all my stress and worries over the trip, packing, leaving, meeting my roommate and madre, not being able to speak Spanish fluidly, packing shoes, my intership, and leaving my family for 5 months.

Formidibly, I cannot seem to cheer myself up. I know that I should be thrilled at my opportunity and happier than ever at all the fun I'm about to have, but of course I am being the epitome of a negative Nancy at the moment. I can't get past the fact that I'm leaving so many people that I love! So many people who, if they were to mysteriously turn up in a spare suitcase of mine, I would refuse to ship home.

I still have a lot to get done before I leave Wednesday, just two short days from now. I'll need to get a gift for my madre, finish packing, get housing together for senior year, and tons of other horribly time consuming little to-do's. I am currently surrounded by at least four lists of things to do. So, I guess until they are finished....

Yours