There are clothes everywhere

I cannot believe that I leave in two days. I feel like I've been waiting for months and now it's crept up on me like a final exam I thought would magically take itself. Unprepared is an understatement. There are clothes all over not only my floor, but the dining room and Kelsey's room. There is shit spewed across the breakfast bar and over every desk or dresser surface of my bedroom. This is definitely a job for my mother,not me. She is a master packer, and I humbly hand over my next two days to her commands. I just ate the best Guida's slice, and now I'm not only feeling full, but sleepy and uninterested in doing anything at all. The head of the program finally sent out a list of who will be taking part in the program today, so I'm contemplating creepy Fbook friending some of them or just waiting. I wish I had know about these people earlier so I could see if they would be flying on my flight. I love airports but Heathrow is massive and it'll be quite daunting getting to the bus stop by myself, two bags in tow, and knowing absolutely no one. The goal is to casually bump into someone who just so happens to be going to Oxford as well. Wishful thinking. My flight isn't until 2 PM on Wednesday, so I have plenty of time in the morning to obsessively check over everything, throw up a couple time from nerves, and say goodbye to every room in my house thoughtfully and individually. Unfortunately, I'll be missing the new Top Chef. Damn Christmas holiday canceling my shows. I hate that my parents can't come in and wait for my flight with me. My Ipod will be my friend, I suppose and I'm sure my mother will call me at least 3 times before I board, which I will act annoyed at but quietly appreciate. We've got Skype all set up and a clock in the house set to UK time so my parents and I don't fall out of touch, which surely won't happen. Kelsey is coming to visit in a short 2.5 months and mom and dad will be along a few weeks later. How cool is it that my family gets to come visit me at "home" in Europe? I think my first jaunt will be to Paris, since it's only a short train ride from where I'll be, and probably the most cost effective. Must keep an eye on my spending. The weather is similar to here, unfortunately, so I'll keep bundled with a cup of coffee in my hand for most of the day. I'm sure coffee will be the same overseas, right? There's always Starbucks, I suppose. I'm nerdily excited for orientation,which starts Thursday. I guess they're going to teach us how to be polite, rather than bawdy, arrogant Americans. I will learn someday. The girls and I are having a farewell cocktail soiree this evening, which Rachel so kindly planned. I'm tickled, and I will miss them all very, very much. My parents got me a great handheld video camera, so I think I'll ask them all to record short messages for when I get homesick. When I went to Japan 5 years ago I had people write letters and it really helped on lonely afternoons. Anyhow, I guess I should have a few things done by the time mom gets home. I want to spend as much time with them as I can, and the more I get done, the more there is to spend.
Cheers,
Kenz