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So. We only have a month left in the semester and that scares the shit out of me. I'm going back to the USA to visit in nearly exactly a month, then returning here, then five more months. Sheeze. For those of you who aren't aware, Bess, Annie, and I are apartment-hunting for next semester. I absolutely adore my family, but it'd be awesome and fun and kind of scary to live in an apartment alone (not alone, but you get it) in South America.

Although I'm not even halfway done, I feel that it's important to note how much I've changed since I've been here. And I'm not just talking being really (really, really) tan. I'm not totally exactly sure of the magnitude or in what capacity I've changed, but I know it's there. I'm more independent. I'm more optimistic. I'm more driven to get what I want. I'm infinitely more confident. I'm more cautious but also more trusting. I'm better at solving problems.

I think--I think--I'm a better person.

The thought of the majority of my friends leaving in December makes me so sad I can't even really think about it (holla-shout-out to SM CW KD BL DP LW etc.) and I know I'm going to cry like a baby-baby when they go. But I'm super excited to meet the new MSU kids, and Annie, Bess, and I are going to be the cool-girls-with-an-apartment/moms/people-who-know-where-everything-is/expert-Spanish speakers.

I have humongous final projects in all of my classes. Ughhh.
Also, Rosita hasn't done my laundry in like a week. One of my pairs of jeans is (presumably) in the washer or something, one pair is newly-ripped (that's what you get for gossiping), and one pair doesn't fit anymore. And I wore my last clean shirt today. I wonder what I'm going to wear tomorrow...

That's all I really have to say.

Love,
Gina.