I just finished zipping up my suitcase a few minutes ago and it hit me that I am actually leaving for Spain tomorrow. It seems as if I have been anticipating and planning my semester abroad for ages, and it has been hard to wrap my mind around the fact that it is actually happening—finally and definitively happening.
"Tomorrow. I am leaving tomorrow," I keep telling myself.
Packing has been a nightmare... I have never been good at it, and trying to fit my life into one suitcase was challenging to say the least. I have been bogged down in the details of packing and flying and just getting things ready, and all I really want is to be there already.
"Tomorrow. I am leaving tomorrow," I keep telling myself.
Although I am so excited to be finally going, I am realizing how much I will miss everyone. Megan, my best friend, gave me a going-away present last night: a stack of letters she had written for me, one for each week plus a few extras to tide me over until I see her again.
"Tomorrow. I am leaving tomorrow," I keep telling myself. This is my last good-bye.
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