(Things I am going to eat: blueberries, rare meat, spelt bread, lobster, Maine mussels, greens from my family's garden, pork, distinct from bacon, and a lot of fruit desserts)
And I'm half-scared, half-excited for this nutty school I'm going to. But, guys, I've just spent my summer in Türkiye. I am just beginning to feel confident with this language, as if I could really do well if I could study it more. The heat doesn't bother me as much as it used to - at the beginning of this trip, every day on the bus I would feel this slick of sweat on my back just slide hotly and roll down the backs of my legs, and now I can actually make it through the day conscious of something other than 'God, what did this part of the world do to deserve this?' - and I adore the food like nothing else. The people are friendly and, for the most part, not too creepy, and I love my family and my teacher and my new friends.
Oh, I dıdn't realıse I was leavıng NOW.