I have 4 days left in France.
Packing isn’t hard, but overcoming the heart sickness and getting the task done is. It’s difficult to sort through a semester’s worth of stuff when the very things you’re sorting constantly remind you of memories, friends, and oh-so-much new knowledge.
In England, I couldn’t make myself do it. I put it off until the last minute and stayed up two days straight packing, watching the sun rise two days in a row.
I vowed I wouldn’t do that again this time, but so far I just keep realizing things I’m going to miss here.