I'm currently sitting at home, with a number of things scattered about my room, a testament to my gradual packing strategy. I'm not leaving for a little over two weeks, and this is just a starter post, so don't expect much.
My flight leaves on the twenty-seventh, and I am the last of my friends to leave. One of my closest friends has been in France for nearly a week, and all of her social media posts are making me antsy to go. This feeling will probably increase immensely over the coming week, as the rest of my friends trickle back to our home campus and resume school with the start of the spring semester, leaving me at home, slowly preparing.
However, for the most part, this is okay as it gives me opportunities for me to spend time with my parents and grandmother, something that I value greatly as I spent most of my time this year away from home at school. But when I'm home alone sitting on my butt, I get nervous and anxious. I hate waiting for the ball to drop.
Sure, it gives me time to organize my affairs. I knew that preparing to go abroad would be a lot of forms and such, but I never expected a laundry list the size of my forearm. I have to pick up prescriptions, have doctor's appointments, acquire an international student ID, copy important documents, buy a converter/adapter, manage my insurance, annoy my grumpy cat, write my will (seriously, it's recommended by one of the brochures) and countless other small things.
But, in the end, I just want to go. 17 days and counting. Europe, I'm coming for you.
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