Hilary Swank is Playing Amelia Earhart.

My room was once a furnace, but now it is a room again.

I generally prefer my living space to be a little warmer than cooler but being on the top floor in Aix in the middle of summer, a little warmer is an understatement. My French parents got a little air conditioner that makes my room sooooo goooood.

So my cellphone. It's dead. It really is. I was talking to Joshua on the phone last night and he said, "Lady, Lady, are you there? You're cutting out pretty bad." And then my phone made some quite strange noises and shut off completely. It rang again and I couldn't find a pen to answer it and then, kaput. Done for.

I'm gonna try and take it to a cellphone store tomorrow and try a new battery. Or just try and put my SIM card in another phone. This is a terrible time for my phone to die because I've only got 30 days left. That's too long to go without a phone, but not long enough to really feel like it's worth my money to get a new phone. Ugh. I hate that cell phone. I think I've decided it's going to end violently.

And I went swing dancing last night. What can I say except that it was good for my spirit? I need to take lessons again. I need to take private lessons on a very regular basis.

Wait. 30 days? 30 days two hours? This...can't be.

I don't know what to do.

I mean, I know what to do. Travel myself back to London. Get on a plane. Get off a plane. Greet friends and family with an immodest show of screams, hugs, tears, the usual. I'll say things like "I can't believe it! You got your hair cut? I've never seen you in a baseball cap before! Am I in Indiana for real? I'm home."

My junk will be put in a car. Someone will take me to a place to sleep. Someone will take me to Steak 'n' Shake. I wanna go to Steak 'n' Shake. We'll laugh so much. I'll be so tired.

I'll be so. Tired.

It'll be so final.

See, I can't help but do this. Think way to far ahead. Too far in advance. It's hard to stay right here, in Aix, on my bed. It's hard to make Aix my home because it feels so temporary. Oxford became my home. It was the beginning. It was the time. I feel bad for Aix because it's so much in the shadow of Oxford. I hear all the students here just die with excitement and wonder over the little things. For a lot of them, this is their first time studying abroad. For one girl this is her first time away from home. She didn't even go to summer camp.

And I can relate to them a bit in the sense that I experienced very similar things when I went to Oxford, but I cannot relate in the sense that I'm experiencing it all with them at this moment. A lot of them are traveling on the weekends to Italy, Barcelona, Geneva, other parts of France. Or they're going to spend a few weeks traveling after term ends. Me? This is the end of the line, not the beginning.

A little secret. When I first got here Vero took me and Lily on a walk around town after dinner. She showed us the school. She showed us some fountains and this and that place. And I said it reminded me a lot of Oxford. First thought. I'd already compared it to Oxford.

Forgive me, Aix. I'm trying.