Colorado and back

Back at my house in Rochester, Michigan. I came back on Sunday after a horrible day of traveling--and had to go back to retrieve my luggage on Monday. I'm currently packing for my China trip. I leave for California for a few days with Rob on Friday, and then finally leave the country for a year next Tuesday.

I detest packing more than anything; I'm also getting slightly annoyed at my family's attempts to make amends (or not) for the lack of time we usually spend together. I'm pretty positive everyone else in my life has made a bigger deal out of not seeing me for a year than they have.

Colorado was pretty great, if only for hanging out with my old, good friends from high school. Our ability to do stuff was severely limited by the fact that it thunderstormed every day. I did get to go float down a river on an inner-tube and jump off a 20-foot cliff, which was pretty sweet. I also sprained my ankle attempting to longboard and burnt off a piece of my leg with a motorcycle tailpipe the last night I was in town. Durango is a great town, even if it's definitely pricey to get to. Our last night in town, we stayed up all night at Sho's partying with some Belgian tourists who somehow happened to be there.

I'm definitely freaked out about leaving. I mean, freaked out a lot. I can't believe I won't see my family for a year, and sad that for them it's all business as usual.