I still have not finished packing, which is not surprising to me at all. The packing process and I needed to take a break from one another anyway. It was getting heated. After I got a shot from the doctor Wednesday to clear my sinus infection, I got the usual surge of energy which was great for the packing process. Well, that's open to interpretation I suppose. Things got a little crazy as Casa Shaver- I think I got tunnel vision and its like I blacked out and came to 2 hours later in the middle of all the packing frenzy.
At one point I was packing, got angry, walked away- came back after a while, looked at the chaos got angry all over again, stuck my tongue out and threw some choice fingers in the air at the whole pile of clothes then just walked away again. At another point I remember staring at my pack and thinking "I CAN'T LIVE WITH ALL THESE RESTRICTIONS. YOU EXPECT ME TO FIT MY LIFE INTO YOU AND I JUST CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU BEING THIS UNREASONABLE".
Lets just say the packing process has been an emotional roller coaster.
So I head out in the morning for Charlotte and then after a 5 hour layover I'll be en route to Dublin (hopefully). Once I arrive in Dublin I'll have the day to kill until my flight leaves that afternoon for Rome. I'll spend the night in Rome and then wake up to meet my group Monday morning back at the airport and head off to Venice via train for a few days. It's going to be a busy and little crazy next few days, but by Monday evening I will be settled into Venice with some of my favorite people sipping a bellini by the canals. So. Yeah.
I know mom and dad won't take a breath until I am safely in my hotel that first night, so if you happen to run into either of them during those 24 hours give them an extra smile and/or hug for me- love you guys!
My amazing sisterwives made me a Europe survival kit which contained everything from glow sticks (I think they anticipate me attending a lot of raves) to banana socks (my favorite costume of all time and that I strangely wear more than the average person probably should), to a selfie stick. Yes- they went there. If you know me at all you know my strongly rooted hatred towards selfie sticks, but apparently I will be overcoming that this summer. Maybe I can retake my pack selfie now that I have the selfie stick. But seriously, I love those girls and they are everything that is right in this world. Thank you, Jen, Ash and Ashley for taking such great care of me and loving me just the way I am- hot mess and all.
Okay, but for real though- I have things to do, like developing an Instagram # for this trip and that of course is my top priority. Stop forcing me to sit here and write this blog. I'M LEAVING IN 12 HOURS. I need to go work things out with my pack and then actually get to bed at a decent hour (so not happening) so I'm not useless tomorrow when I have to navigate the far ends of the earth alone.
Keep it classy while I'm away and I will update everyone when I am safely situated in Italia. Much and many loves to you, America and co.
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