I leave for Miami on Sunday, which means I have less than a week of this lazy vacation life. I have been writing and doing my suggested summer reading for law school, but for every hour I spend being studious, I spend an hour melting my brain with Desperate Housewives/skyping Ader/debating which shower gels to pack and which to leave here. I have to spend most of my time inside since I really overdosed on the sun and as a result have cold sores scabbing up all around my mouth. It looks as gross as it sounds. The very tactful nurse practitioner I saw today said it was good that I wasn’t going to see my boyfriend for a few months because “he wouldn’t want to see your face like that, anyway.” So okay, I’ll cool it with the sun for a while.

I’ve seen all my friends I expected to see at least once, and I have a feeling that people will come visit me in Miami, so it’s not super important that I see everyone again, although that would of course be nice. What I need to focus on now is packing and psyching myself up for school. Facebook stalking my classmates was a bad idea, because seeing where everyone did their undergrad was super intimidating. But I’m still feeling pretty confident that I can get back into my schedule of six hours of studying the days I have class and nine hours on the days that I don’t. I managed to do that in Albany, and this time I’m surrounded by people who are just as serious as I am (or let’s keep it real, a lot of them will likely be more serious than I am), and I don’t have to share my living space with anyone. My experience is that living with people you don’t like is awful for all the obvious reasons and living with people you do like leads to spending too much time blending margaritas and gossiping over games of Uno.

And I should be getting to Miami with plenty of time to set up my apartment, learn the bus schedules, and generally prendre le rythme. I get to ride my bike everywhere and I live next to a Whole Foods. Don’t worry, I’d be jealous of me too. I just wish I could go down there knowing some people. But I don’t think that meeting people will be a problem, because generally in my life the things I stress about don’t turn out to be issues at all; the problems are things I never even thought of. When I really get stressed out I can make a countdown of the days until winter break, when either Ader comes here or I go to France (and maybe Munich). After all, my first semester of law school will be over in 136 days.