So I've been here for more than a month. Grant just pointed out that that means I'm leaving in 2 1/2. Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow. And so much has happened when I think about it, but it really doesn't feel like it at all. I've camped on the beach, and slept in hammocks, and tried a bunch of crazy food, and met a bunch of people I'll never see again in two months, my roommate's fled the country, and a thousand crazy things have happened. And I'm already getting emails about signing up for next semester. Everything just feels just really weird.