My floor is covered in the detritus of a year's worth of life: papers, books, articles of clothing. Everything has been sorted, in some sense of the word, into piles: what to keep, what to recycle, what to pack now and what to leave until the very last minute, in the hopes that the fifty pound weight limit for suitcases will not have been exceeded.

I'm moving, picking up at the end of the month and leaving a life that I probably worked harder at developing than the one I had back in America. And when I go home, what will I find there? I'm so different. I haven't talked to my friends besides scant facebook communication and intermittent e-mails that are, more often than not, left unanswered. All of my friends I've made here will go back to their lives, and I feel I will be suspended...

The onslaught of pensive, "I'm leaving!" posts has begun.

I love this new tea that I discovered. The best part is, they sell it in America, too! The flavor is so rich and delicious, with hints of chocolate, cinnamon, cardamom and vanilla. Mmmm.

I'm also in the process of making a big decision about my living situation next year. I'm going to be moving once again, and I've been attempting pro-con lists. Unfortunately, they're not helping me choose. The Twin Cities, or rural Massachusetts?