i have an assload of retro-blogging to do, but right now, i'm packing to leave here for good. it sucks. for the life of me, i have no idea how i'm going to get all this stuff back home. i know i should just dump a ton of it, but i can't.

anyway, as much as i complain that this place is boring and tiny, etc, etc, i know i'm going to miss it after i get on that plane tomorrow morning.

i'm lying here on my bed listening to music (i'm going to try to jam the speakers into my backpack and bring it as a carry-on) like i've done for a huge chunk of my time here, and i've realized that i have so many memories from these past two years. soo many. good and bad. hilarious and sombre. awkward and weird and surreal and exciting and peaceful. and these are just from my bedroom! (kidding. sort of.)

i'm not sure if i'll return--to vallarta in particular--i definitely want to go back to mexico city at some point--but i definitely don't regret coming.