6 days remaining

You ever watch The Ring? You know how you only get 7 days to live? Well that's exactly what I'm going through right now, well you know, minus the whole dying part. In less than a week, I'll be on my flight to Paris and more importantly, home. The few days I have left are taking up a huge toll on my wallet. Every store I ever thought about going into is now at the top of my To Do list, as well as all the christmas presents I was supposed to buy. In the past week alone, I've spent more money than I have ever spent during my lifetime. It's insane.

I really don't miss the cold and darkness that Finland comes with. They expect me to just give up the 65-70 degree sunny autumn weather for the below-freezing cold? Nope, not gonna happen.

In other news: Saturday we spent in Palo Alto harassing Mark Zuckerberg, Google, Facebook and Apple. Sunday was spent shopping for towels (don't even ask) and any last minute clothes-- let me tell you, there are a lot of clothes I've thought about buying, and now I'm just going all out and getting them. Tomorrow I'll visit Chinatown and see if I can get any more christmas presents bought for a select few.

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Ze entrance de Stanford Université á Palo Alto

To make my time here even more limited, Thursday I'm flying to Arizona for a day to visit an old friend from my adventures in Latvia. Plane leaves at 6AM which basically gives me no time to sleep before saturday, when I leave to Helsinki. At least I get to screw up my entire sense of time with all the sleepless nights and time differences. Who needs sleep anyway?

I've been counting down the days till I go home since day 50 and I always thought I'd be so glad to finally leave. Now, not so much. I've thought about going to the airport and just grabbing a random plane to a far off city here in the US, where they can't find me and my soon-to-be expired visa. Of course I miss the people back home, that's the worst part. But now that I've experienced life outside of Europe, it just doesn't seem like a nice place to live. Sorry guys, true story. Maybe for now though, the best thing for me is to go back to work and the same old routines. I kind of miss those a little. I even got my new work shifts today and I have never been so excited to see that from the 9th of December onwards, my life will be nothing more than serving burgers. How am I supposed to remember what a cheeseburger looks like...?