Okay, so I’m a terrible blogger. I STILL have not finished blogging about Europe, and my flight for Boston leaves in eight hours. I promise I will get blogs up for the places I missed. It may just be another week or two. I can’t make any promises, beacuse I can already see that the next four months are going to be a whirlwind of activities. My excitement is tinted with a streak of anxiety — over travel, over work, over classes, over social dramas that are bound to arise, over having time to fit everything in. But I can also see that it is going to be a fantastic semester. I’m excited about it.
But definitely dreading travel tomorrow. I have two big bags, a medium bag, a small bag, a duffel bag, my backpack, and my laptop. I don’t like flying with checked bags at all, much less with so many. But Amanda will be meeting me at the other end, as hopefully will be my shuttle guy Adam (I’ve used him four or five times now and he’s never let me down). Then, rumor has it, there will be quite a crowd gathered on the curb (or probably rather inside the Little Building where I’m living) to help me unpack all my stuff. Because Monday is MLKJ day, no classes, and then the semester starts on Tuesday.
As usual, I’ll post my mailing address here in case anyone cares to send a lovely note or anything my way:
Emerson College
Jessa B—- RM T-1125A
PO Box 9145
Boston, MA 02117-9145
For packages not sent through the US Postal Service:
Emerson College
Jessa B— RM 9145
120 Boylston Street
Boston, MA 02116
I’ll post my class schedule in the next couple of days. For right now, though, it’s after 2am and I really need to get some sleep. I’m already tired and ready to cry at the idea of leaving home — even though I’m so excited about being in Boston with all my friends. It’s a bittersweet happiness. I don’t like not seeing my family every day, being here for all the drama and all the quirks, but I also realize that there’s just very little to occupy me here. School is in Boston, where I need to be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my family like crazy while I’m gone.
But enough of that for now. To bed, to bed, for my last night in Texas until March. (Which, on one hand, feels forever away, but really isn’t. And I just spent four months away from home; I think I can make six weeks.)
