My Cat

My cat Rory has taken to lying on me in awkward positions. She likes laying underneath my neck, on top of my chest, and of course, she always does this when I'm on my laptop Sid to make it hard for me to type. 

Not that it's not completely adorable, and I love her more than I probably love any human, but seriously, Rory? 

I'm gonna miss her so much when I'm gone next year. I don't think I'll be happy at home until she's with me again.

Belgium. I'm ready to just go now and get it over with. That's a terrible way of looking at it. There are just so many things that are happening HERE that I want to be a part of, but I know it's a great opportunity and it'll just take time for me to get used to it.

And I'm glad I'll get to see Spring Awakening with my sister before I leave. Seeing Broadway tours is how we bond. In tenth grade, I flew to Indiana to see RENT with her, and now I get to see Spring Awakening with her.

Some sisters shop together, but I fly across the country to see shows with her. 

Oh, America. I wish Bush was still President so I was more eager to get out of here. I'm ready to tell Belgium how much I love Obama, and how much I hated Bush. 

Adieu,

Alyce