Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

I start this entry in the McDonalds of the Frankfurt international airport. I was quite enjoying the 30 minutes of free wireless, but now being forced to pay, and not having any chance of catching another nap, I start another journal entry in Microsoft Word like I have done so many times before. This will be one of the last ones. It should have been the last one except that my terrible updating as of late means that I still need to get some pics of the last few weeks onto the ‘ol bloggy blog. Those come soon.

Well, quite similar to my entry just over a year ago in the Houston airport, my mood seems to be in the gutter with existing circumstances. Of course it doesn’t help that I’ve been trying to reset my body-clock early; however, seeing as it is now 4:20 am in Denver right now, we can see that isn’t quite working too well.

Saying goodbye is tough. Always is. But yesterday and today I didn’t just say goodbye to people very close to me, I said goodbye to one hell of a year abroad. And the stories and memories and experiences that go along with it. It’s funny how much I was looking forward to getting back to Stanford for the past month that I was just in complete denial that the day would ever come where I would have to step on that plane back to the States. And when it comes it sucks. I’m frankly not ready. I was always joking with people that the reason I returned to Moscow for the summer is because they couldn’t force me back to the States quite yet. But now they are. I like Europe. I like Moscow. I like Paris. For all the bribes, traveling losses, late nights, and teary eyes, goddam, this was a good year. Well, I’m never to good at reflecting (how did I ever get through the International School of the Americas?) so I’ll leave you here and encourage you to do what I generally try to do but sometimes fail miserably: keep looking ahead. It’s not looking too bad. But it’s awful hard for me to look in that direction right now.