I leave in two days! It feels surreal, but it's happening. My suitcases are packed, my plane ticket is printed out; yes folks, it looks like I'm actually going. 8 months, in France. Will you miss me? Cause I know I'll miss you. I'm getting some butterflies, but I wonder when the realization will hit me in full. In the car on the ride down to the cities? At the air port? On the plane? When I land in Ice Land? When I arrive in Paris? Who knows! Right now, I think I should get back to packing; my suitcases are done, but I've left quite a mess and would feel badly leaving this for my parents to sort through.
Here's hoping for a pleasant enough flight to France!