Where Are 10 Weeks?

I could have sworn I was gunna be in Italy for 10 weeks-- so why am I leaving for Ireland tomorrow? Oh, because it's already been 10 weeks? Oh, my mistake. What the actual fuck. I am shocked. I took my final today, and within 30 minutes finished my study abroad experienced. But it wasn't a big sparkly finish, there was no finish line I ran across as people cheered, there were no fireworks, or cake. I handed in my final and walked out of the cultural center turned classroom. So many afternoons spent doodling in my notebook there, and I may never see it again. I did a lot of things for the last time today. I drank my coffee flavored milk for the last time, I saw the entirety of the people in the program for the last time, I ate gelato in the center of town for the last time, I walked 35 minutes home for the last time, I ate lunch with my family for the last time, I snuck up to the attic to watch my sneaky mom smoke a cigarette for the last time, I made a cake with my mom for the last (well, also the first) time. Tonight we are going to have a party for everyone. Tomorrow I leave with two other girls on a train, headed for Rome, and then after that, I meet with my mom and dad in Dublin. I have, exactly, 2 weeks of this adventure, and I am astounded. I am trying to think of goals for myself for the next couple of weeks and this is te beginning. 1. Drink one Guinness everyday. 2. Walk as much as possible. 3. See as much as possible (see above). 4. Speak in English. 5. Listen to really awesome music, perferably live. 6. Finish reading Treasure Island and keep reading Harry Potter in Italian. 7. Eat not Italian food. That's all I got for you now, but I'm working on it.