There's a quote, something like, "the anticipation of death is much more painful than death itself".

I'm no where near dying but that somewhat describes how I feel. I hate leaving home every year. I mean this will only be my third year going to MPA. My plane leaves from Portland next Thursday in the afternoon. I've got just a week and a day left in the U!!

It is such a strange feeling. It doesn't really feel like a big deal now, but when I get to the airport I'll probably realize the magnitude of the situation. People are always like "Wow all the way in INDIA?!?!??!?! You must really miss your parents and stuff!!!" I sort of become immune to feeling sad about going, but then when i realize it, it's like.....oh, my, god......wow, dude

Overall I am excited I mean we're going to Hemkunt!!! That is going to be awesome. Also my uncle is visiting India so I'll be able to see him when I get there. That will be fun.