I could tell you that packing is going well and I'm almost ready, sitting with bated breath for this next adventure to begin.
But. Lying has never been my strong suit and I sure the heck am not almost ready. In fact, the only way I could be farther from being ready would be if I didn't already own the things I needed to back. Yup, struggle bus, here we come. But that's ok. There's a really big storm outside, so clearly I shouldn't be going outside to retrieve items out of the car (yes, all the things from the apartment in Holland, MI are still in the van they arrived in. Don't judge). And it is not my fault that all the laundry I ironed and folded is now being occupied by the dog. She's a dog, she doesn't care that my laundry will now have golden colored hairs all over it.
My room looks similar to the weather outside and I'm woefully unprepared for tomorrow to be my last day. All's good.
I am spending the day saying last good-byes to people I care deeply about and will continue the dance that is unload-unpack-wash-fold-set on floor-repeat. There will most likely be some coffee drinking in there, much to the chagrin of my father, and probably some epic dancing going on at the Jimmy Buffet concert that is to be my final farewell to the Midwest.
And it'll be my own fault when come tomorrow night I'm in the same place, wishing I had more time to get things ready because I was up too late doing nothing particularly useful. Ah well.
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