Pack it up, pack it in.

Yesterday marked one week till my departure. It's a very strange feeling. I have yet to begin packing because I keep making excuses. My current excuse is that I need caffeine to motivate me/ today is my nephew, Joe's 4th birthday so I should be hanging out with him and buying him the smarties that he asked for.

It seems like every time I try to begin packing, my room becomes an even bigger mess and I somehow keep finding more stuff that I've completely forgotten about. I've become nostalgic lately by going through boxes of old pictures and notes from high school and the early years of college. This of course is making it harder to pack when I'm constantly getting side tracked by old prom pictures (which are pretty embarrassing and hilarious.)

I haven't had a plane crash dream in about a week, so I'm feeling pretty good about that.

Prayers and donations are always welcomed. :)

6 days.

Thanks for reading!