One week from today and I'll be somewhere over the Atlantic, on my way home to you! It seems so close and so far away, as I have an essay to write that is giving me major problems. I'm supposed to be writing about Modernism's representation of the body and the sense of self in Woolf and Bowen, but that's as much as I have written down. The title, which isn't even a very good one. I'm nearly at the point to despair here, I can't find any journal articles or books that support my arguement, and I actually haven't read the entire book I'm writing about. ARRGHAHAHHAHAHRERRRAGGGGGGGGGGG I would like to come home now.
But, hopefully by tomorrow I'll have it finished, and then I can concentrate on fun stuff, like the Christmas extravanganza tomorrow night (I'm going as a candy cane), secret santa, saying goodbye to my flatmates and trying to squish all my clothes into my suitcases. People are already fighting each other to get their hands on the things I'm leaving behind, like my two comforters, pillows, towels, and a few wool sweaters that have passed their prime.
Back to my essay. Maybe next time we speak I'll have written at least the introduction. I love you and can't wait to see some of you in Boston at 4:05 EST a week from today!
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