Tiny Update
8:50 PM
Today, I picked out my seats for the flights home. I snagged an aisle seat for the 9 hour and 20 minute flight to Minneapolis. I debated this decision for a solid fifteen minutes. I enjoy the window seat because I like to rest my head against something, and of course I like the view. But then again, I dread having to interrupt another person's sleep or reading to ask them to get up. I justified my aisle seat by promising myself a travel pillow. I'm also slightly superstitious, so I picked the seat based on my lucky number, six. However, for my flight to Columbus, I picked the window seat. I want to see my beautiful homeland as much as possible; I can't wait to take it all in. This is probably not very interesting to anyone other than myself, but it was an exciting moment for me. It makes home a little more tangible.
As some of you may know, Halloween is by far my favorite holiday, so I'm sure you can imagine my excitement when I discovered that it's just as big a celebration here as it is in the United States. I'm very tempted to buy a pumpkin at the supermarket and carry it the whole mile back to my residence. The only problem is that I'm terrible at carving pumpkins without a pattern from a book. My jack-o-lanterns typically look like Quazimodo, though I guess that's somewhat the point. There's only one month until Halloween, which means I've got to buckle down on my costume planning. I thought about being something cliche, like the Statue of Liberty or The Little Mermaid (Denmark's pride and joy), but I want to rock some European socks off. Time to get clever.
Tonight was a nice change of pace. Instead of eating dinner in front of my computer, I went up to the second floor and made dinner with Ben and Ian, our French friends. It was more or less them making dinner and me making some bland Ramen knockoff. It's slightly embarrassing to be outcooked by men, but that seems to be the trend these days. I should really just learn to embrace it. This little gathering took up an hour or so of my time and now I understand why dining is such a staple of European life. Eating among friends was the most pleasant part of my day.
Last night, Leah and I booked seven hostels for our Euro trip, which has ever-so-slowly crept upon us. It was a tedious and meticulous process at times, trying to avoid hostels with 40-bed dormitories and multiple-night minimums. Seriously, who wants to sleep in a room with 39 other people? The idea of such is unfathomable to me. I wouldn't even do that for free, much less pay for it. I think we've picked some solid hostels, however. They all had good reviews and looked clean and tidy. I'm looking forward to this trip immensely, but I'm going to invest in some Sudoku puzzles for the 12+ hour train rides.
Smaller notes:
1) The days are getting much colder. Riding my bike to class is about to become brutal.
2) I wish there had been handball teams in the United States when I was an adolescent.
3) My mom sent me a fabulous care package with everything I needed, including Lysol.
4) I just ate my last Oreo and didn't even realize it. I am heartbroken.
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