My heart.

My heart is hurting to go back to Ireland.

This time last year, Baxter was over helping me rearrange my suitcase. I had way too many clothes that I wanted to take, most of them on the floor of my bedroom. Mom had been trying to help, and David and Rachael before that, and it was a fail all the way around. I can't pack a suitcase to save my life. Way to save the day, Bax.

It was the beginning of an adventure. I went to sleep with a full and excited heart, ready to go the next day.

I made my bed and cleaned up my room as best as possible, knowing that I would want it decently clean when I came home. I had no idea it would be the last time I walked out of that room.

I miss Ireland. I miss the people, I miss my team. I watched P.S. I Love You tonight with Apartment 5. Love it.

Rain.

I just ran in the rain. I've never done that before.

And in case you were wondering, it's the perfect I'm-stressed-and-need-to-let-out-some-frustration type of thing to do.

Except then I ruined it by eating a chocolate chip muffin after I got back. Dumb.

Study.

Today is cleaning day. I woke up and immediately started cleaning. Vacuuming, dusting, putting away the piles of clothes I've had piled for the last three months. All while listening to The Beatles on shuffle. It was fantastic.

We then proceeded to have a hall ice cream party. I made myself sick.

Now, on to studying. It is misty and foggy outside, my favorite kind of weather. I'm sitting in our study room with some of my favorite people, all on our computers and studying for various exams.

Time to get down to business.