One more day

I realized today that I am unprepared to not speak English for 5 months. I made Adam (my brother) have a practice conversation with me on our way back from picking up my fashionable passport necklace and couldn't figure out how to say "my flight was long and I can't wait to eat some food." Got it eventually, guys, don't worry, and I now know how to say "ok" and "it doesn't matter" in the Spanish way.

In other news, with only one more day before my flight (Monday), I feel the days slipping away and the nights becoming nonexistent. I find myself impatient to be there but already missing the indent I've made on the couch, the smell of my dog (he doesn't smell good, but every time I do dig my nose into his neckfluff I think of home), and the voices of my family members scattered around the house...but then I snap out of it and remember how awfully cold it is outside and how unappealing Champaign is in February