Leaving Europe

I think I may cry. Ill update later with our stories from Greece, but right now I'm having a mild panic attack. I'm leaving for oviedo in a couple hours. And once I get on that bus its one thing after the other until I get home. No more nights in Athens or Madrid. I'm actually leaving. And I want to cry.

I'm excited to go home, but I really don't want to leave Europe. Even leaving Spain is bearable, although I love it so much. However, as soon as I cross the ocean there's no coming back, no more quick flights to new countries and more adventures. Emily and I joked the other day about how all of our friends are slowly leaving, and how it feels like once they cross the Atlantic, they die out of our world. Kinda gruesome, but really true. Its unreal that I cant just call Laura and Chloe up anymore to go out. I know life doesn't stop, but the US just isn't in the same world. And most people who have spent good amounts of time in Europe would agree with me, I think.

I have the same feeling right now that I had coming here. I'm avoiding saying goodbye to Emily. I want to cry cause I'm scared of how life will have changed at home without me there, and because I don't know when ill be back here. It's scary. Especially since life always goes on whether you're there or not. And Ive got a huge ball of anxiety in the bottom of my stomach right now... I know everything will work out, but realizing that this is it, this is the end of the end, makes me want to vomit haha.