Tuesday, June 23, 2015

*takes a deep breath before the plunge*

Am I sweating? Yeah, I'm definitely sweating (from all the running around while packing).  After a good five hours or so of frantic packing, I think I'm finally done. 

A bird's eye view of the abyss I like to call my bedroom floor.
It's funny; I got back from a week-long trip at a beyond amazing camp (sponsored by my local rotary club) just three days ago and now I'm leaving again. My mind is still in the home-sick mode and yet I'm in my bedroom.

I can hear my family watching So You Think You Can Dance downstairs and I want to go watch with them. But I'm currently stuck here debating on whether I should bring one towel or two, five shorts or six. For the record, I hate packing for trips. I like to leave it until the day before and stay up into the wee hours of the night stuffing things into a suitcase and catch up on my sleep later on. As a creature of habit, I saved my packing for the ILC for these last few days. Although, to be fair, I didn't have too much of a choice, what with coming home on Saturday and all. The other thing is I always pack too much and still manage to leave out one or more crucial items. Even now, I feel myself forgetting something. Guess I'll find out in New York, eh? 

One last embrace of the beautiful breeze.
To make the most of my last two days, I spent time with my family and we went on little snack outings together. I was able to relax a little before jumping right back into even more trip prep. I'm still trying to wrap my head around leaving for New York tomorrow (well, Washington D.C. first, and then New York). But still, everything is fairly mind-boggling. The fact of the matter is I'm more than fine enduring the hardships of running back and forth between the bathroom scale and my room to empty stuff out of my luggage, keeping the end goal in mind. 

So right now I'm just sitting here trying, to no avail, to make myself feel the weight of the beginning of this journey as I'm writing this blog. 

Perhaps it'll hit me smack in the face at 3:00 in the morning.

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