I'M COMING HOME IN 10 DAYS!!

I just counted the days from I was last home to when I will be home again, just for kicks, and it came out to exactly 300. It's kind of poetic, but it's way too long, too long. I love my family so, so much. I only realize this having been away so long. I have friends there that make my life incredible. And the sun shines there making it all warmer. I'm making serious efforts not to turn this into a eulogy for my time in Scotland- it's not time for that yet. I have a week and a half left. I have finished my work- with the exception of a short blurb I have to write- and my best good friend here is leaving on Saturday. I'm not sure what I'll be doing for the next week and a half, and it kind of freaks me out. I've devised a strategy tho- pretend I'm on vacation:

Do not stress out about anything.
Do not say to yourself "you should be doing something".
Do not obsess on things to come.
Make sure to take a walk outside every day.
Don't forget to pack, but don't pack before this weekend.

Oh Riverside, we have such a love hate relationship, but I am eagerly awaiting touch down in your seasonless, grimy arms.