Shit. I can't sleep. I've just come back form New Zealand and am in my bed at Syracuse. What a downer, warmth and sunshine to darkness and snow. My physical clock is off and all I can do is lie in bed and think of the wonderful time I had. I love Nick's family, I had so much fun seeing new things, trying new things, buying new things. So many things are going through my mind. My future is teetering from London to New York, I'm trying to figure out my final semester's schedule for work, and to top it all off I'm back at the airport tomorrow. I hate airports, traveling I don't mind, but I hate being herded and made to feel like I'm doing something wrong. I always feel terrible and anxious in airports o mater how quick a flight. I think today's flying was the worst, though, because I had nothing to look forward to. At least when I'm heading to Nick I have something to be excited for, but now all I have is to come back to my normal life. So may things I want to improve. Stressed about the change in my final photo project and what the professors will think of the new shots. Too much is going on in my mind, and there isn't enough time to take a sleeping pill (not that I have one). I need human comforting, which I suppose will be my mother. I'll probably get right up to her at the airport and just start weeping. Pathetic me.