I love to calculate time. My family knows that I like to leave for school at exactly 7:23. My friends know that when I say I’ll pick them up at 6, I’ll really be there at 5:50. And I know that I always will know how many days or months until the next birthday, holiday or vacation. I love to calculate time. I’ve realized that that’s how I’ve been dealing with my homesickness. Right know I would be able to tell anyone that it’s about 69 days until I switch host families, 76 days until my sister returns to Northfield from her term abroad and 87 days until Christmas. I also know that as this week comes to a close I’ll have completed over 1/10th of my exchange year. I think that it’s fascinating how people are able to view the same amount of time in different ways. Sometimes I fee like I’ve been here forever, but then it seems like yesterday that I was eating a poppy-seed muffin in the airport not knowing hoe much my life was about to change. When I’m feeling lonely or homesick it’s comforting to think, okay…I can do this ten more times, but then again ten more times seems absolutely impossible… BASTA! ENOUGH! Enough countdowns! Enough fractions! Just…enough! While making countdowns might make a physics lecture go by faster…it’s not going to change anything. Time happens and you can’t change it. All you can do is keep breathing and time will keep passing. So me and time are going to take a little break. I need to focus on what’s going on right now, and how I can make the present as enjoyable as possible. Right here. Right now.