Well, not yet. I'm certainly not done blogging, but this is our last night in The Palace...and the mood is somber.
That's right: everything is stowed, stored, packed, packaged, and put away for my journey home. My bulletin board is empty. No clothes hang in my closet. There is [almost] no food left in the kitchen.
It's too sad to think about, really, so Sam and I filled up our refillable liter-and-a-half wine bottles (mine has been dubbed "Elsa") and we're going to have a roommate party tonight. And when I say "party," I mean that we'll spend the night crying, whining, and reminiscing.