December snuck up on me. I am not really sure how it's happened. I feel like I just got back to Bulgaria after a summer of traveling but no-ooooo apparently I've been here for three months, soon to be four, and on the 23rd I'll be flying home for the holidays.

Holy-smokes.

I guess these things happen between teaching, studying Bulgarian, writing a blog and traveling but still. December. <em>December</em>.

There are so many things that I want to do before I go home in 22 days and I am afraid there's not enough time. I want to hit up the new taco shop on Shishman. I want to go back to the coffee shop/book store Paper &amp; Cake. I want to buy Christmas presents for my family but this year I don't even know where to start.  I want to find a great new dress to celebrate the holidays.

Instead, I am grading papers. Obsessing about my to-do list. And pouring over my day-planner trying desperately not to forget something.

When did December get to be the craziest month?