Sweet Suitcase Success.

For the first time in my life I have successfully not over-packed. I suppose now is the best time for such surprising character growth...Theres even extra space! This girls days of sitting on suitcases to force them closed are over (she said smugly before spending all of her money in Europe and then having to try and pack everything up to return home...).

Anyway, this is my last night (being snowed in is a fitting farewell from my dear VT) and I am watching Top Chef (of course) in a state of blissful denial of where I'll be this time tomorrow. Seeing as how if you're reading this blog you probably know me, my zen-like calmness must certainly seem shocking and in fact I feel a little uneasy about it myself. I've barely even cried yet! One might say I'm finally growing up, buuuuut who are we kidding? I'll be a slobbering mess as soon as I'm off the ground.

I'm such a mixture of emotion that they must all be cancelling each other out, but I'm so thankful that after all of this work and planning and worry and disheartening monetary sacrifice (suck it, UVM) that I'm finally going and finally doing something worth talking about and ending my streak as a complete fraud of a European Studies Major who has never been to Europe (run-on intended). I hope it's everything that I imagine and even if it weren't, I have the most wonderful people to come back to--so I find myself incredibly thankful.

So much love for home.