This is it. Ground Zero. The last Day.

This morning it was so cold, my hair froze solid during my 5 minute walk from my house to the bus stop

I know its a cliché, but it feels like I've only been here a few days. Or it feels like I've been here forever.

What will I miss?

-the bread
-the coffee and many many coffee breaks
-the BEAUTIFUL scenery
-the police visiting my parties
-sleeping on trains to visit random towns
-the Canadians calling me "Becks" (don't get any IDEAS about that, folks) and other crass habits they have
-love-life talk at dinner time
-the castle on the hill
-the IMPOTENCE (oops, I mean Impedance) Lab

What won't I miss?

-Frau Schmid, the landlady from hell
-the clocks EVERYWHERE
-living on a sustinence salary

I am excited to be going home.

Though I have managed to pull a Sarah in terms of packing (you know what I mean if you had seen Sarah's room on graduation day, with less than 24 hours and multiple parties ahead before moving out). I haven't packed a single thing.

AMERICA HERE I COME!

This is the Swiss nun, signing off, since I probably won't update this journal again for a few more days...