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.|
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.|
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.