When I arrived on Weds my huge suitcase was half-packed with books. It was so heavy I couldn't lift it more than three inches off the ground. On the train up here I was all I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

But yesterday I passed out/traded most of the books. Yes, I picked up some new ones and I still have a few No Tells, but it's gonna be manageable. I'm going to return home as my own woman.

Or at least I hope. I haven't actually packed my bag yet.