I don’t know what to do with myself.  How did five months turn into less than three days?  I still have my environmental psych final tomorrow morning, so I’m trying to fit some studying in around all the loads of laundry and panic attacks, but it’s not going so well.  Starting tomorrow, my flatmates are going to begin trickling out one by one to catch their respective flights home, until I am left all by myself on Sunday night.  Oh, the humanity!  I’m in such a weird mood.

Despite the horrible prospect of leaving the place that now truly feels like home, it’s been a pretty amazing last week in NZed.  Last weekend, Chelsea and I went to Dunedin for the All Blacks rugby game.  It was a crazy fun action-packed weekend; highlights include:
– Tunnel Beach with some favorite UC friends
– the All Blacks beating Wales 42-9!!
– Velvet Burger (better than Fergburger in Queenstown!)
– the haunted hospital hostel
– being asked if we were twins
– being engulfed by a fan rally led by two bagpipers on the way to the game
– one of the bagpipers FALLING DOWN IN THE STREET
– the same bagpiper FALLING DOWN AGAIN
– the same bagpiper blaming his double-fall on “these darn slippery shoes!”
He wasn’t hurt.  We’re allowed to laugh.  We may have actually cracked a few ribs from laughing so much, as this story has come up literally 10+ times every day since it happened.  It’s much better in person, with the supporting video documentation to back it up.  Just trust me.

Anyway, back to packing/studying/crying/watching Arrested Development, all of which is taking place simultaneously in the living room with my wonderful beautiful flatmates.

New Zealand, I love you.  I’ll see you soon.