America: the finale.

My last few days go in spurts: really quickly then dragging beyond belief.  My alone time is nice but I’m forever grateful upon the return of my family. I do the majority of my packing on the Friday , my laundry too. I check out my flight details and such. It’s weird, I’m excited to go home and see everyone but I absolutely do not want to leave. I’d like to go home for a week, maybe two but then I’d like to return to Delaware, get a job and start a life here. I can’t do that, though. Firstly: I don’t qualify for a visa and secondly my Mother needs me so I need to be there for her, I can’t leave her just yet. The Saturday Uncle Ed and I go to Rehoboth for the last time where I get told off for standing on the jetty and I buy the last party to everyone’s presents.
Sunday is completely an off day. I’m basically packed and I don’t know what to do with myself. We resolve to go to Chipotle for dinner because it became my favorite restaurant in American (if not, in the world) but the line is literally out the door so we end up in Rice which is fine by me as we that’s my #2nd favorite restaurant in the States. I eat my hear out and when we get back home I eat vanilla Talenti ice cream with chocolate chips. I finish packing and say goodnight for the last time and Kels and I retire to watch the Inbetweeners together for the last time for who knows how long!?
My nights sleep is terrible. I don’t drop off until way gone 1am, only to wake around 2:30 in need of the bathroom. I wake again around 6 then 7, I wake for the last time around 8:30 ad decide to give up on any further notions of sleep. That’s just what I need! Shit nights sleep ahead of me. At least in less than 24 hours I’ll be on a plane en route home!