off to london and then paris in a couple of hours; why does it feel so weird to leave oxford? and why does it feel like coming home every time i get back? it's bizarre how well i'm fitting into this place, this small world... how did i go from only loving huge cities to really enjoying living in a small town and an even smaller college? ah. who knows. (more on this later, when i have more time to develop the thought)
the next couple of days will have to be spent finding presents for everybody (i.e. my family and m). i have a couple of ideas already, i'm sure it'll be fine. it's just that i'm not feeling the christmas spirit as i used to - maybe i'm finally growing up?
and then m is coming over to paris on the 22nd, and that will be lovely. i'm not even THAT freaked out that he'll meet my parents. :)
packing packing packing....