ONE WEEK!

I leave a week from today. It's almost over.

Exile: being separated from something you like.
Exodus: getting the hell out!

And the next 7 days are mostly filled with such things as Weekend and Packing (although I have been mostly packed for approximately 3 months now - want to leave much?) and Parties and Appointments for that Last-Minute Dinner and whatnot.

I want to have a reasonable look back at how my life was here. Right now, I'm not exactly wearing the rose-colored glasses in terms of assessing the overall quality of the Wittenberg Experience *cough*, but I am quite sure that it hasn't always been this bad. I distinctly remember having fun here, for example. I'm sure of it. But at the same time, even a year and a half ago, I knew that I was already starting to make huge adjustments in my mental processes in order to survive. Yikes. That's a lot of repression.

I hesitate to make any profound statements at this point, but it seems like most of the repressed feelings have found their way up and out. Whew.

I'm gonna make it.