As I sit here on my couch, watching an old episode of a dumb show no one really cares about, I try to imagine what I'll be doing less than 3 weeks from now. My friends have already begun to embark on their journeys abroad, while the most I've moved is from my couch to my kitchen. People ask, why Prague? I give them some bullshit answer about how I thought I could see myself the most there, but the truth is I really have no idea "why Prague." Other than being oddly fascinated by the John Lennon Wall and alarmingly intrigued by the idea that beer could be cheaper than water, I know very little about the place I am about to call home for the next four months. While I can't promise I am actually going to keep up with this public diary of mine, I will promise to live it up and take everything in. Until then, I'll pack.