Three weeks!

That's all.

Fall 2011 semester = officially over

I just said my last Kent goodbye.
I spent the evening packing and watching Netflix with Hannah. My parents and little seeester will be here tomorrow morning to try to fit all of my belongings into our cars. I feel as if I should play tetris for a couple of hours in preparation.

Two things:
1. How does anyone expect me to condense these piles into two suitcases? Florence packing will be the stressor of my winter break.
2. I think I'll have to have an apple for breakfast... or two.

Is this really happening?

It hit me this morning just how lucky I am. As I've expressed many times before, I can hardly believe this is happening.
So, thank you to mumsie and pops, who are doing everything they can to help finance the trip.
     ...to all of my relatives whose birthday and holiday checks have helped build my savings.
     ...to Don Williams, dean of the Honors College, who helped find an extra scholarship for me last summer when I wasn't sure if I would be able to go otherwise.
     ...to all the other donors whose scholarships are now helping me not only attend college, but also study abroad.
     ...to Ryan Collins and all other Italy alums, who have convinced me (without too much effort) that this will all be worth it.
     ...to Deborah Davis, coordinator of international programs, for getting all of us organized and making sure this would actually happen.
     ...to my friends who have put up with my constant excitement.
     ...and to anyone else I forgot.

Thank you. This is so surreal.

"I'll see you in August."

It's a strange thing to find myself saying.
As finals wind down, my friends are slowly leaving Kent for winter break. I feel like I don't have enough time to properly say goodbye to them all.
This morning I went on my first of what I'm sure will be many goodbye coffee dates this week. Ryan came prepared with a list of tips for Italy and helped me brainstorm everywhere I need to go. I will expand the list in the next couple of weeks now that I finally have time to do my own research.

It's such a bittersweet week. I'm glad to be done with finals, and I'm excited to go home to my family and friends in Grand Haven. But it's hard to fathom that this is likely the last time I will see some of my friends for over half a year — and maybe even the last time I'll see some of the seniors who graduate next week or in May.
I will miss you all.
Yet I know in five months, I won't want to come back.


25 days.

I've been incredibly lucky throughout my college career when it comes to roommates.
The girl I lived with freshman year was a blast. She was very sweet, and I can't remember having any problems. Unfortunately she transferred elsewhere. But my best friend, Allison, ended up moving into that same room with me sophomore year. She is the perfect blend of nuts, carefree and kind and one of the greatest people I've ever known.  This year we moved off campus to a small apartment where we still share a room and are yet to have any serious issues with each other.
It looks like that luck is continuing in Italy with Caitlin. I was her assigning editor last semester. We were barely starting to shed the professional titles to become friends when she told me she was doing the Florence program in Spring 2012. I almost knocked my chair over as I jumped up and loudly proclaimed my excitement. I'm pretty sure I startled her.

I don't think either of us expected we'd be where we are now. We've gotten a lot closer this semester after she became an assigning editor. She spent most of the day yesterday at my house studying for our Italian exam with me — the exam I am partially avoiding studying right now. I quickly began to realize this girl is as strange as I am, which is always a compliment. Plus she's just an all-around sweetheart.
Caitlin, two things:

1. I'm sorry for being an intimidating jerk of an editor so we couldn't become friends sooner.
2. I can't wait to live with you! 

'Go Go Gadget'

I'll be the first to admit I have a spending problem. I became a self-proclaimed shopping addict last summer. It's not something that makes me proud. It's just a simple fact — and a habit I need to kick, especially  when buying things means not being able to see various destinations in Europe. But I digress.
I've been slowly collecting technology to take overseas.
Ask any of my friends... I can legitimize any purchase with some sort of excuse. Although they'll call Italy an excuse to buy some of these things, I know most of them I would have purchased at some point anyway.

• I was going to borrow a Kindle from Hannah, but ended up getting myself one instead. (courtesy of my mother as an early Christmas gift. Thanks, mom). Considering I've read two books in the past month (more than I have in two years) on top of my schedule, I'm sure it will get used plenty next semester.
• My parents bought me really nice stereo headphones for Christmas last year, but they vanished in my move back to Michigan last May. I bought myself some new headphones last week.
• Last month my harddrive died, and I had to buy a new one. My laptop has also been warning me to "service battery soon" for a couple of months, so I did just that Friday in fear of it not turning on one day next semester. Both of those fixes were pretty costly and gave me an irrational hatred for Apple representatives, but I'm sure Apple loves me.
• I have a digital SLR camera (Nikon 3100), but I want to have a point and shoot as well, so I'm kidnapping Hannah's old one.
• I want to try my hand in video while I'm there. I contemplated a Flip, but decided it wasn't worth it. I'm going to use my Nikon and either buy or borrow one of Hannah's old lenses. 

Not to mention my trusty iPod and the PicCell I'll be getting in the mail.

Now I just have to make sure I pack chargers for my various gadgets.

One month!

Or I guess now that it's past midnight, less than that!
I have nothing left to give to this semester. I'm out. I'm already on that plane.
Fortunately, I'm completely done with one class. I have a couple assignments to turn in tomorrow to wrap up two more classes. Then just two final exams Tuesday.
The only one I'm really worried about is Italian. I hope I can retain what I learned this semester. Although most of the people I'm going with are taking Elementary 1 this semester too. So I'm sure if we work together we can form coherent sentences.

In other news, it's snowing. Cars are white. A couple of months ago I was really excited that Italy meant essentially skipping winter. Now I'm hesitant. I'm glad I won't be walking — or wading, rather — to class through snow up to my knees, but I still love winter. I hope I get to experience at least some decent snow before I leave.
I'll keep my fingers crossed for a snowy break. West Michigan, don't fail me now.