Surprising Melissa at her apartment in Irvine whenever I happened to be in town and cuddling with her in bed whenever we went back home, even though there were three other empty beds in the house.
Staying up all night with Desiree, whether we were watching movies and binging on junk food or sitting outside on the balcony, telling each other all of our boy problems and/or singing an old pop song at the top of our lungs.
Sending Michelle back to her room to change out of her wacky outfits before we went somewhere together and staying up all night researching gluten-free recipes for her, even though I am pretty sure I cared a lot more about allergen-free cooking than she did.
And I should probably add that I miss (almost... hehehe) everything about my boyfriend like crazy.
Last week, however, it dawned on me that I only have SEVEN weeks left in Santiago. Okay if you think of it like that, it sounds like a long time. Think of it like this: I only have to go to each of my classes seven more times. And what sounds even crazier -- I only have six weekends left in Santiago! Five, now that this weekend has come and gone! Suddenly I feel like time is slipping away too fast.