Esthér is bringing up my suitcase today. I e-mailed many lab directors this morning to try and get a job as a research assistant, and I had trouble forming sentences in English. I´m sure I sounded like I wasn’t a native English speaker. I´m on my 21st page of final paper writing in Spanish – describing paintings in your non-native language is difficult. In four days I´ll be in France for the fourth time in the last four months, and second time with Georgia. Bri was here a little over a week ago, and I almost cried when she left. No one except me “knows where I´m at” right now. Sort of alone, friends but not friends. A hipster thing to say right now, but I feel quite misunderstood, or at least un-understood. Going to be in Portugal on my own for four days, and I don´t care what anyone thinks about “people who travel by themselves”, but I can´t fucking wait to be by myself for 6 days. 2 finals, 5 pages left. 16 days.