Just started packing last night. I leave tomorrow morning, work today, go to the baseball game tonight (if it's not rained out). Not sure when I am going to get everything on my list checked off. Normally, I am super prepared about trips. Weeks before I have a comprehensive packing list made, and start filling up my bags at least a week before leaving. This time it's different. My packing list consists of a few notes scribbled on different peices of scrap paper that are scattered about my apartment. I made piles of junk I think I need, and last night just started piling clothes in my suitcase, after just opening my drawers and choosing the items at more or less random. I have never had to pack for this long of a trip, to a place so unknown. I have never had this sense of dread, excitement, and sadness all at once. I am the best procrastinator ever when something just doesn't excite me, and this is a prime example of that.
12:45pm is going to come really early tomorrow.
I can say with utmost certainty that physically, emotionally: I am not ready.
1 comment:
To quote Brian Fantana, "Take it easy, Champ. Why don't you stop talking for a while".
The life expectancy for a U.S. woman is around 80 years or 960 months. You're a healthy girl, for the sake of math let's bump that up to 1000 months. This trip spans 0.1 percent of your life. I've went longer stretches of time without putting on pants. It's time to stop all the whining, and get down to anticipating and planning all the fun things you are going to to in Ireland! I'm sure close to the end of your trip you'll wish you had another month.
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