Four Hours to Go Until Turkey

I literally got in an hour ago, unpacked, allowed myself to unwind... then repacked and got in the traveling frame of mind again. I've had enough time to through together a bag of stuff I won't need in Turkey to keep in storage here for a week (since we are technically checking out of our hotel), bunch my clothes for the week (and then some, since I couldn't fit more into the backpack I was keeping here) in a duffel bag, charge EVERYTHING I own, and talk to my parents about housing for next year. Thats a lot for two hours. But now I realize I only have four and a half hours to sleep before tomorrow's adventure begins. This is probably the best example of my problem of not having enough time to enjoy what I'm doing wherever I am. Oh well, I can't stop now!