My mother is thrilled.  I am more ambivalent.  Happy that I'll be seeing my family and friends in the States, naturally, but not wanting to say my goodbyes in Melbourne.  And definitely not looking forward to repacking my bags - I just threw things in as I was clearing out my apartment, and as a result, I can barely lift one of my bags, and all my cold-weather clothes are at the bottom of the other.  As I don't want to throw my back out getting to the airport or freeze while unpacking once I get to the States, that situation will have to be remedied.  It's irritating to have to do it all over again, though.  

There's so little time left.  I had been able to be in denial about leaving, but my going-away party was last weekend, and I now have six days to go.  I don't quite know what to do with myself - rush around, jamming my days full of activities, or slow down, giving myself time to do nothing much if I'm not feeling up to much.  I'm torn - I don't want to have too much time on my hands, but I don't want to not be able to savour the time I do have.