One week before I leave for the US I sit in my room and think about shopping, checking my visa for the 765th time, looking at the letters from All Saints, trying to figure out what I'm forgetting, planning the last Intro ever, starting to say good-byes... It's a weird feeling. The same as it was last year. I can't wait for the moment when I get through the immigration office, they stamp my passport and tell me I'm free to stay in the US. 
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