The 27th marked exactly a month until I leave. It still doesn't feel real. It feels like summer camp. I totally know I'm moving to China. For 2+years. It just hasn't really sank in. I cried when I returned from UNI and Grania came to cuddle with me. I knew I wouldn't be taking her with me and that just kills me. She's been there through so many changes in my life, but I just know she's better off here.
