This planning hasn't been all fun and games, though. Just this week (during finals week, no less), I found out that my housing for Pre-ILP fell through. I was supposed to live with a host family for the first four weeks. So imagine my surprise when I got an email saying that there were no more spaces. It was truly a time of panic. Fortunately, things have worked out (I think). Funny enough, my mom was telling me just a few weeks earlier how anxious she was that I didn't have my housing figured out yet, and I kept telling her not to worry, the study abroad office has been dealing with this for years, and we just needed to trust them. Guess I ended up with my foot in my mouth for that.
I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm going to be leaving. Tonight was a large graduation party for several of my friends from church, and while it was a time for me to say goodbye to others as well, it was such a casual thing. I don't know if it's that I don't want to say goodbye or if I just can't fully grasp the fact that I won't be back in Davis in the fall. When will it hit me? When I leave town and go back home? When I am on the plane flying to Germany? Maybe later than that? Will it hit me at all? Perhaps it has hit, and I'm just not as emotional as I figured I would be.
Zweiunddreißig Tage! So close, yet so far away. This month is probably going to fly by, and before I know it, I'll be up, up, and away!