Timing is of the essence:
As my mother and I packed up the car to leave Tennessee on Valentine's day, we made impeccable timing. We missed the ice storm by a day and we were headed south for the Palm trees.
My countdown calendar says 9 days left, but it's hard to believe. As I sit at home in Florida, perfectly avoiding the treacherous TN weather, the time seems to be ticking slowly. I stay up all night watching Netflix, and wake up at noon to repeat the cycle. My parents go to work and I have to beg them to hang out with after a long day, guilting them saying "you'll miss me when I'm gone!!!"
As my mother and I packed up the car to leave Tennessee on Valentine's day, we made impeccable timing. We missed the ice storm by a day and we were headed south for the Palm trees.
My countdown calendar says 9 days left, but it's hard to believe. As I sit at home in Florida, perfectly avoiding the treacherous TN weather, the time seems to be ticking slowly. I stay up all night watching Netflix, and wake up at noon to repeat the cycle. My parents go to work and I have to beg them to hang out with after a long day, guilting them saying "you'll miss me when I'm gone!!!"
My friends are in denial that I even left school and still believe that I'm sleeping or delivering pizza and that's why I'm never around. This trip just seems like something I've always talked/dreamed about but now that it's actually rapidly approaching, its actually mind blowing.
I still have not unpacked my plethora of clothes from my move out of my dorm, but I have crossed a lot of things off my to-do list. I thought it would be winter when I arrived... But boy I thought wrong. It's actually summer there so my (lack of) florida clothes will come in handy for a short time at least (no pun intended.)
I kind of want to cry thinking about the whole thing, but I'll save that for the airport and my boyfriends arms.
I felt the need to blog after reading everyone else whose already abroad; and so, the count down is on for the ARG....