Holy cow! I’m leaving my little townhouse in less than 9 hours for three weeks and I’m not ready! I’ve been packing for what feels like hours. Now it’s after 11:00 and the taxi is due here at 7:30 AM and I’m feeling overwhelmed by this mess in the middle of my living room. What I know for sure is that I will absolutely come back from the trip safely because there’s no way I’m going to let anyone see my house in its current condition; in the words of my aunt Bea it looks like the “wreck of ‘97” it is a complete disaster. Anyway, I’m going to bed soon and will wake up at 5:30 to look at this mess through rested eyes. I had a good day with a nice final workout at the gym (washed and deep conditioned my hair there now it’s all big and poofy). I picked Anne up at the office and we drove to Keys Café to meet our former colleague Lisa P for lunch. After lunch I ran a few errands and then headed home to begin packing, but decided to watch Oprah and talk to my mom instead. After that I decided to talk with Tracy for an hour or two before packing. Then I had to talk with John for a little while before packing. So the actual packing didn’t really get started until around 10:00. I don’t even know why I’m stressing because so long as I have my passport and camera I’m pretty well set, right?! Whew!
The great thing about traveling is that "no one you meet will know if you are wearing the same clothes you wore the day before" and more importantly, "even if they do, they don't care". Have an awesome trip.
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