Spent some time with friends, carelessly setting packing aside to indulge in some last minute socializing. But that did not prove fatal, because alas packing was surprisingly painless and easy, and everything fit! I may have to pay extra for the extra weight, but its totally worth it to bring my acme anvils and bowling balls. And my mandolin is planning to take the trip with me, hopefully as a carry on. Regardless, my mood is of a flavor I have never tasted before, oddly familiar but still wildly exotic. It is a little bit of disbelief mixed with a pinch of nerves and fear and a tablespoon of excitement, and a whole wallop of the unknown.
So basically, I have no idea what to expect over the next four months, let alone the next 24 hours. Once again, I have come to the conclusion that only time can tell.
I apologize for the wimpiness of this post. I promise next time I will have MUCH to write about.
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