2 days and counting. All of today, all of tomorrow, and I leave at 4am on Saturday. I wish I could tell you my bags are packed and waiting by the door, but that would be a lie. I've slept on the couch the past 2 nights because it looks like a bomb has exploded on my bed, the only thing that makes sense in the confusion is the open empty suitcase in the middle of it all. I don't know why I can't find the motivation to just go in there and tackle it but I really can't. Perhaps it's because I know I won't be sleeping tomorrow so I'll just do it then or maybe it's because for the first time, I'm packing more than just clothes and such. Who knows, but it will get done eventually I suppose. And ya know what, I'm actually really good at packing. Years of being a military brat and traveling the world alone have taught me the art of living out of a suitcase. I just wish I could find some drive to go in there and get it done. Pray for me.
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