Perpetual Anticipation

Does anyone get this musical theatre reference?  Ten cool points if you do.

Today my anticipation of going home is stronger than Christmas Eve, the day before you leave for college, and summer vacation combined.  Each day feels a little different, but sometimes I talk to my family and just can't wait to get home and see everybody.  Then I walk down Kärtnerstraße and see all of the action that's happening and know that I will be very sad to be missing out on what's going on in Vienna when I leave.  What a strange experience. I fancy myself in complete control of what happens to me, so naturally I assumed that I already knew what I would learn about myself during this semester...  I must admit that even I did not expect to find out that I might actually be a person who likes to end up at home.  (My parents are beaming right now as they read this.)  I mean I always love going home, but I thought I would live in Europe for a semester and never come back.  I figured I would finish school and move back here because I would love it so much, but I actually feel the opposite.  I might end up here again some day, but I want to be in the U.S. for a while.  Like maybe live there for always and adventure in distant places.  I never declare that I will always do one specific thing because I tend to change my mind the next day anyway, but seriously, who would have thought that I would feel exactly the opposite of what I assumed?  How funny.

I worked out the cottage cheese thing with Diana this morning.  She likes pickles and cottage cheese as much as I do, so she told me that I got the weird kind of cottage cheese and that there were dill pickles in Vienna. (I thought I had bought dill pickles the other day, but they are a strange sweet mushy kind of pickle that I invited Diana to finish eating for me.)  Whew.  What a relief.