I’m not prone to homesickness. In school I never had a problem staying over at someone else’s house or taking weeklong trips. That’s why I’m so confused by it now. I’m in Prague, one of the largest and oldest cities in the world. Everywhere I look is historic, and there’s so much to do and see. Yet for some reason, I don’t want to. All I want to do is leave. I don’t know if it’s the language barrier, or the fact that I have to be a tourist here, or what, but I just don’t want to be here. I’m sick of sleeping on foam, especially the bed I’m on now. I’m sick of being alone. I’m sick of living out of a suitcase. I know that once I get back home it’s back to the grindstone, but at least it’s my life. I can sleep in my bed, with my pillows. I can fall asleep without tossing and turning for hours and without traffic roaring by. I can wake up in the morning refreshed, not feeling like I’m 70 years old. I can take a shower for as long as I want. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I did this and stayed longer to travel. I’m just tired and sore and cranky. I’m writing this for a couple reasons. I needed to vent and get it out of my system. I wanted people reading to know that homesickness does happen, even if you don’t think it will. And I wanted people to remember that I’m completely alone in a completely foreign land with no way to get home until July 3^rd. So excuse me if I’m a little snappy or if I don’t see everything you think I should. It’s my trip and my money. If I choose to spend my time in Prague feeling sorry for myself, that’s a decision I will have to live with. I will gladly go back and see more sights with whoever would like to. But for now, I’m going to be a little crabby and more than a little frustrated and I’m sorry if I lash out at anyone because of it.

Other than that, I don’t really have much to say. I have just over a week left and I’m going to make the most of it. I know Vienna’s going to be a blast (I’m going to go to Falco’s grave!) and in Innsbruck I can sit and stare at the mountains all day. And then back to Heidelberg to grab my stuff and say goodbye to my host family before flying out the next morning. And then after a weekend in the Cities and probably a night at the folks’, back to Brookings.