My entire body is sore and so I am typing this blog from a completely horizontal position. The laptop in on my tummy, as per usual, and I probably look like a dork but I don’t care. My legs hurt. My head is throbbing. (Actually, that is probably due to the fact that I am suffering some serious caffeine withdrawals because, yes, I have an addiction. And it needs to be curbed.) I think it is also worth mentioning that I spent 4.5 hours today driving from San Jose to Sonoma and back again.

I went to Lord’s Manor one last time to visit the boys before I headed off to England and we spent the entire day…doing nothing. XD That’s the beautiful thing about them. I am all busy, all the time, as are all my friends but they have to be the most laid back college boys in the world (The exception to all of the girls in London being Kristie because she’s like, crap, dude. Lunch at 2? You have to be kidding me. That’s way too ambitious for me. I’ll see you later–post-nap. Haha, see why I love this girl?. It was a good visit. I was able to deliver Nathan’s birthday gift (Spiderman-themed string lights) as well as visit with Steve (who played WoW, like, all day) and give Jodi her belated birthday gift (London shot glasses–Hey! A girl only turns 21 once). I was also regaled on the virtues of Las Vegas and now, after a summer of almost all my friend either having gone or planning to go, I am sort of torn that I have never been and probably won’t for a long time. Sin City, hmm? Sounds like my kind of place. HA.

Tomorrow I am…doing nothing, actually, for the first time in a long time, which will be nice. I get to be a girl now. I am looking forward to getting my hair done (I haven’t gone to see Ariane, my amazing hairstylist, since January!) and I get to visit the Benefit Brow Bar. Always a treat! What is the occasion, you might ask? Well, a girl simply can’t go back to London looking like a mess…and I’m going to San Diego on Friday night.

I don’t know how I feel about this trip, to be perfectly honest. On the one hand, any time I get to spend with Adam is an amazing time and, short of Disneyland, there is no place else I’d rather be. We have the best time. We could probably sit in an empty room and keep ourselves entertained. This is the man who has kept me sane all summer and a best friend I will miss so much when I leave in a week. So that is one reason why I’m wary of this trip to his hometown. ‘

Secondly, it’s just…well, I’m shy. I get to meet his dad, his little brother, and all his friends (including his two very best guy friends and girl friends) which is all the pressure that that implies. Otherwise, it’s just heartbreaking to have to say goodbye to this person whom I honestly say that I just adore. I can’t even begin to tell you. I don’t know where to put him expect for that I just care so, so much about him and respect him so much…Let’s just put it this way: If Prince Charming were to actually exist, his name would be Adam. I always tell people when they ask me to describe what he is to me that he’s my real-life superhero. In every single way.

He’s the first person I call when I’m upset and I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve called him in tears, sobbing, which is something I have never done and probably will never do again. We’ll call each other “just because” sometimes. He’s the guy who says he’ll call you and he actually does. He taught me that exists. I had no idea.

He’s my knight in shining armor. That’s what I used to call him when I barely knew him when I would teasingly tell him that he had to rescue me if the other boys got too rowdy (I’m like their sister–I grew up with one of them–it gets brutal!) because I somehow knew without even knowing him that well that this is the kind of person that he is. And he’s been nothing less than that to me, the one person who is my rock and who will defend my honor. Yet, he also knows I have that independent, Princess Leia streak in me.  We use this quote from Hercules to represent that: “I’m a big, strong girl…can tie my own sandals and everything.” He is such a beautiful person inside and out, I can’t even begin to understand how I feel towards him. In the course of six months, we have become people in each other’s lives we can’t replace and I can’t tell you how empty I will feel getting into that plane in a week and feel, as much I don’t want to admit it, that I am leaving my heart in California.

That’s a whole different story, though…

So that is where I am headed on Friday night until Sunday morning and I certainly hope we have a good time. And that I don’t get mauled by a shark or my surfboard. Because I wouldn’t put it past myself, SRSLY.

In other news, I am very excited to get back to England, despite this little bruise to my heartstrings, because, well, I love London so much and I have missed it so much. I get to see all my girlfriends/floormates again and we are fully prepared to get the year started off right for these people. We’re going to start the noise complaints early this year, why stall? We know what’s coming to us. XD We are legends at our school. And not in a good way, HEH.
Also, I am going to get to meet up with a “sa”, Japanese for “a comfort group” of gyaru girls from all over the UK which is going to be so much fun! I feel so lucky that I was able to become a part of that and I am really looking forward to the things we’re going to do and all that I am going to learn. P.S. One of my goals this year is to learn Japanese so that I can have a comfortable conversation with my grandparents. I understand words and phrases as it is but I am too shy to actually speak because, well, LOL. I can read hiragana and katakana so I think that is helping me to pick up the oral aspects too. Since I hope to travel to Tokyo when I graduate from university, I really want to be able to speak Japanese–also, it will be the best and most intimate way to involve myself with my culture and to fee more a part of that part of me.

So, yes. There are silver linings to be found but parting is always sweet sorrow. I am trying to see the good in my goodbye–and welcome in the new beginnings and yet another year of mischief, fun, and mayhem to cap off what has been the most amazing four years of my life. There is a reason why we’re calling this “Hogwarts: Year 7.” Stay tuned.