One. I am getting on a plane in exactly 10 hours, and that plane will take me to the United States, where two of my best friends in the world are driving 2 hours down to San Antonio to pick me up cause I'm too cheap-ass to get a flight up to Austin. I love my friends.
Two. This whole scenario makes me happy. But I am happy for two reasons. First, because I'm going home, but (importantly), also because I'm excited about coming back in a month or so. Not so long ago I wouldn't have believed that possible.
Three. I will land in Texas at 3:30pm tomorrow afternoon, which means I am 25 hours away from having a cup of coffee with half and half in it. God is good. I've been craving half and half for so long and so hard that my dreams about it are positively scandalous.
Four. In the subsequent 72 hours after my arrival I am throwing a party, getting my hair done, meeting with my advisor, having lunch with friends, unpacking all my storage trunks to find winter-appropriate clothing, repacking my suitcase, getting on another plane and going to North Carolina, where I will be swept up in the bosom of my very large, loud, and boisterous family.
Five. Due to this incipient insanity, I will probably not be posting anything until Tuesday or Wednesday.
Six. I might be the luckiest human being alive and walking the planet today.