So, this is the end, then.

In less than 24 hours, I will no longer be in the Netherlands.

It's bittersweet, really... I am so ready to be home, and I'm excited to see everyone. I need to be home, because I'm gradually starting to lose my grip on things. Overwhelmingly, I am glad to be leaving.

But at the same time... Actually leaving here, all the people and the places I've gotten used to seeing every day, never to see them again, ever... Well obviously, it's a bit sad.

I don't have any regrets. I don't feel I've wasted any of my time here, even though I am terribly disappointed in my behavior this last month. Moment to moment, I did exactly what I wanted to do, when I wanted, where I wanted. I have never been more free than in these past five months, and I have never learned so much. No. No regrets.

Didn't really make friends here, so it's not as painful as it might be. Said goodbye to AJ last week, someone I only saw in class and at the computer lab and got to know in only the most superficial of ways, but it was somewhat sad. Tonight I'm going out to dinner with two of my flatmates, Francesca and Troels, which will be nice and may even touch me deeply. Though I didn't get to know them much better, and rarely saw either after spring break, in truth I was probably closer to them than anyone else here. Everyone else, Jess and Érinne and Amanda, will drift away without a proper goodbye. Which is fine, I guess.

So now I've closed my bank account and returned my cell phone and library books. I'm all packed, though I doubt I'm within the 44lb baggage allowance, despite throwing away probably more than half of what I brought. Showered for the last time this morning, vacuumed for the last time... Boring, but all these little things to take care of.

Never did get a picture of Alan Rickman as Snape-looking man, but I did get a picture of the female urinal (still can't imagine how to use it).

About to use the €2.87 left on my account at the computer lab to print off some RemusxSirius slash stories for the plane ride. Come on, no one can read Jane Austen for eight hours straight!

Didn't get much sleep last night, so I might go back to the flat and take a nap, then it's dinner at Mr. Jacks like I said, an early bedtime, up again at 5:30 am and on my way.

I don't think I could have written this entry in any more boring a manner. It'll take a couple days for everything to sink in, and then I'll reflect properly. Or at least update my photo album like mad, which is nearly as fun.

All right! Next time you see me lit up on your buddy list, I'll be coming to you from Ohio once again.

Tot ziens.