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Hey all,

I've been traveling quite a bit lately: went and visited Bad Muender with Andrea last week and Cologne with Christian and Anja just a few days ago. The pics for Bad Muender, which is a small town near Hannover known for its natural springs, are HERE; pics for Cologne, where we all went to see Spamalot in German, will be up soon.

So, I meant to write about the trips I just took - they were both action-packed and awesome - but I can't think of anything right now except going home. I'm trying really really hard not to think about it, but I still do. I always know exactly how many days it is 'till I come home because I'm always thinking about it. Everything I do now has that homeward slant. Like, I refuse to buy more shave gel. It's only two and a half weeks left, I think to myself, so I can just use soap for that long. Or I've started eating and drinking weird things just because they're in my cabinets and I don't want to throw them out when I leave. Right now? I'm working on a tin of hot tea and some hard fruity candies.

I've bought my souvenirs, booked my train ticket to the airport, made doctors' appointments stateside (gots to have my allergy meds, yo), and even worked out where I want to eat when I get back. I'm giving up smoking, working out every day, and - God help me - I've bought a teeny tiny little bikini and I'm looking to get a little tan before I leave. Everything seems exciting and possible now that another big life change is near. June 27th, 7:05 PM. Mark it on your calendars, people. Only seventeen more days, seventeen more sleeps (well, sixteen, actually; my train leaves the night before my plane flies out) till I come home. I can wait for seventeen days. Hell, I can do anything for seventeen days. I'm feeling like a champ.