A Blog About Nothing

I've been sitting before a blank screen trying to think of some words of wisdom to sum up my time here, or even the past couple of days, but I've got nothing. And while I know a blog saying that I've got nothing to say is a pretty pointless concept, I felt like it says everything in its own way.

Everything I could say about the past two weeks would be completely cliche: Yes, I am a mixed bag... Excited to come home, but sad to leave. Really, I just have to laugh at myself because all along I've been thinking Oh, I go home mid-December, and won't that be nice and I am so excited about this and this... So I basically thought I was ready to leave. But now, since it has been two weeks since Amsterdam, my body clock is saying that it's time to travel again... And I am itching to do so! Except I leave tomorrow night so crap about that. Crap.

I guess I will be traveling, though, since I will be taking a 4-hour coach ride to 4-hours of waiting in the airport to a 10-hour flight to Dallas and 5 more to Portland. And if you want to think about it in a "coming home to a different place" sort of way, I suppose I am traveling back to my old life. Which at this point seems so surreal I can't even imagine it.

I guess I'm just down because I am now immersed in the process of packing up my room and the whole "saying goodbye" ritual, which I just hate. What I should focus on is who I will be saying hello two in a few days, and that is the light at the end of the tunnel.