Prepacking and Panicking
Natalie McDermon
I leave in three days. I leave in three days for a continent that I've never visited before, where I know no one and have no where to live. But that's half the fun, isn't it?
I'm alternating between complete and total terror and that same giddy excitement that I've felt on Christmas Eve for the last 24 years.
This whole thing started almost a year ago, on a whim.
"Yeah, I think I might consider going abroad next year."
It’s been a very long year.
But leaving day is almost upon me, the to-do list that I’ve been working on for the past three weeks has been slowly whittled down to only a few remaining items. One of them is to prepack, AKA shove everything that I’m going to bring with me into two suitcases and a backpack.
I’ll spare you, dear imaginary readers, with my life long struggle with having too much stuff. But two suitcases? For four months? Challenge…accepted?
We shall see.
In the meantime, I've beein going through my Australian travel book, highlighting things that I'm going to try and see while in Australia. It's like shaking presents under the tree, I get to see all the pretty wrapping but the thing itself isn't tangible yet. I imagine in the next few days I'll just keep shaking those presents. It's not like I can break an entire continent, right?
...right?