I am so close to going home.

Just four more days, and I’ll be on a plane back to Seattle.

I can’t wait to see my family, to see how much my brother’s grown (and probably realize he’s up to my forehead), to see my boyfriend that I haven’t hugged in four months. I can’t wait to eat food that isn’t loaded with salt and fat (or if it is, at least it’ll taste good and I won’t be eating grade D meat.). I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed, and have my own quiet room.

Just have to get through three finals, two of which are on the same day.

Can’t be that bad, right?