I'm usually a good packer. In fact, I pride myself on the fact that the night before my family leaves for any vacation, I'm the one finished packing everything appropriate for the trip and reading a book by the time the rest of my family has even begun. Today is not the case. I started packing this morning alongside my parents and sister (who are accompanying me to Newark to see our cousins before I head out to England) and have successfully ignored my earlier attempts at packing by creating this blog. See? Procrastinating with something productive - my specialty.
I know I'll feel so much better if I would just go ahead and get everything neatly folded and packed. First off, my room would stop being a mess if I just went for it and decided to bring that pink sweater rather than the sweatshirt. I even made it "fun" by challenging myself to fit everything I will possibly need into a single bag... but it's not working. I blame it on this pile up of emotions within my brain/gut (not really sure which): inability-to-think excitement, about-to-puke nervousness, a continued sense of how-in-the-world-did-I-get-accepted-to-Oxford? disbelief, and inexpressible happiness that comes at the thought of my dream to live in England come true. Oh, and the whole: right I'm not just studying abroad, I am going abroad to STUDY at OXFORD. Yikes. Part of me would rather not, but I can do this. Watch me!
... I just have to pack.
