So in exactly 16 days and one hour, my plane takes off. I guess I should start packing. I have absolutely no clue what to bring. Clothes are probably a good idea, toothbrush, some medical tape and an ace bandage for my broken toe. That's about as far as I've gotten. My packing strategy is to basically throw everything that I think I need in a suitcase and then have my mother go in and fix it.
It just hit me the other day as my best friends and I were celebrating Christmas at Olive Garden- a celebration complete with Santa hats and a mini tree- that I actually have to leave these people. Of course I knew that would happen, but that night the realization of it hit me like a ton of bricks. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to be going. This is the longest that the three of us have been apart since we became friends. We knew it was going to happen eventually, but I had hoped to keep pushing that day off into the distant future. At least I know that they will be here when I get back.
