Well, tomorrow morning around six I'm heading off to Tennessee again. I spent much of today packing, and otherwise trying to spend time with my family. I'm going to miss them.
The funny thing is, at one point, I didn't really to miss them (I'm going to get in trouble for saying this). The whole time I was in Italy, I can't remember feeling the least bit homesick. My first semester at Bryan, I started out not feeling homesick (although did feel pretty lost for the first month or so). Then, sometime around the second half of the semester, I really started wishing I could see them again.
So now I can already tell that I'm going to miss them, and I haven't even left yet.
It's going to be a long drive down (13-14 hours)... by far the farthest I've ever driven by myself before. My Dad and I maintenanced my car today, and I have my GPS programmed, so hopefully there will be no disasters or unintended detours or anything of that nature.