My time here in Merida is drawing to a close. Granted, I don't technically get back home until late on Dec. 20th, but classes are ending and I can see the sign in the distance that reads "Dallas 953 miles". There is the part of me that is sad to see my time abroad coming to a close. It's the adventuresome side of me that realizes every morning in Mexico that I have no idea what I am going to be doing today. Will the bus come? Will my professors show up for class?(not as uncommon as you might think) Will I decide to skip everything I have to do and go to the beach? It's kinda nice living this way for a while. But there is also the side of me that has been secretly waiting for the day that I fly into DFW, partly because it will be nice to see friends and family again. It will be nice to sit in front of my TV and watch football. And it will definitely be nice living in the Flowerplex for a semester working to pay off debt, save a little money, and be close to my girlfriend and flomo network of people for once. There is something about having a rigid, definite schedule that helps me stay disciplined and on task in other aspects of life, and I look forward to having one. Needless to say the 35 remaining days I have in Mexico are packed with excitement and fun. My oh so cute girlfriend is coming to visit in 3 days and then a week later may parents are coming to visit. After these two weeks I'm off to Mexico City for a week and then back to Merida to pack up my things. It's the home stretch and I don't know how to feel.