I really do. I really, really hate packing. Which is probably why I have just been procrastinating compiling everything I own in one single suitcase until the morning that I leave. To be exact, two hours before I leave for the airport. What is wrong with me?!
Okay, to be fair, I started packing last night and I got all my toiletries together and got a fair idea of what clothes I wanted to bring. The problem was, of course, that I had too much clothes. I bought these air compressor bags where you put your clothes in and then roll it and it sucks all the air out, making it flatter. They were somewhat helpful, then Andrew called me.
Since he’s been so busy in Florida, we haven’t had a lot of time to talk, so I really wanted to talk to him on the phone for a while before I left, since neither of us would be able to get a hold of each other. So, we probably talked for at least a couple hours (isn’t it weird how time passes so fast when you want it to the least?) and in that time I was growing tired so I just crawled into bed.
Well…I eventually started dozing while we were talking, and his voice kind of kept waking me up. So we hung up and I really was going to get back up out of bed and finish packing…but I fell asleep.
So here I am, yet again procrastinating finishing packing. Am I the only one that has a packing problem? Sometimes I think I am, haha.
I guess to the main point of this blog, I am so stoked for France and Italy. We so excited, so so excited (okay, I’ll stop…click). I’ll be gone for twelve days and probably won’t have access to a computer or the internet; I’ll miss you all dearly. <3 I promise to take tons of pictures and blog about it later. If you’re starting summer break, have fun!!
(And in case I’m taken, tell my mommy and daddy I love them. Jk. Jk. :P)