lonely lonely - this is you.

I’ve been waking up in really terrible moods, and having dreams that are relavent to what’s going on my life.. which is highly unusually for me.

I’m watching events unfold in different ways.. it’s so crazy. I’ve been having this series of dreams - all in one night, where I watch myself go through different situations based on one choice made at the start.  It always starts out the same.. but then I’ll end up — on the London Eye, for examble.. or shopping at Top Shop… or Tesco’s. I don’t know. They’re dreams, but it’s still bizarre and getting on my nerves.

So I suppose I can officially say that I’m moving back to the states next week. It really hasn’t hit me yet. Not at all. I said goodbye to my friend Tom last night, the first goodbye of many. Wasn’t that bad. Not until I thought about it - but so it goes.

Went to a really posh restaurant in Beaconsfield.. so much food. Ate salmon for the first time properly.. ate mushrooms - something else I’ve grown to love since being in England.. Olives, cherry tomatos, onions… Just the little things this country has done for me. Maybe it’s not the country, maybe it’s just my age.

I’ve been walking home, and now regret that I didn’t start doing it sooner. It’s a good work out- and a nice way to save money.

This is boring. I’m freaking out on the inside. The idea of packing isn’t stressing me out as much as it probably should be.