So. Although the feeling hasn't sunken in yet (will it ever?), I will be on my first plane ever to South Africa in SEVEN DAYS.
Seven days. In seven days I will probably be hating my life on that 24-hour flight but I will get through it. I have a lot of faith in snacks, movies, books, and sleeping pills. (If I can spend the majority of those hours sleeping, that will be great. Fabulous, even.)
I feel as though I should have so many crazy things to do in preparation for my trip...but here I am, in my bed, not doing a thing. Except I'm blogging, so I guess that's somewhat productive, right?
I've decided that packing will be the death of me, as it usually is. I am a pack rat and I blame my mother - Hi, Mom - for it; I am emotionally attached to my clothing and it is impossible for someone like me to "pack light." On the other hand, I will need to pack for 5 months so bringing a decent amount of stuff (that I can use in 50-100 degree weather) is justifiable.
I've also decided that I do not like airline regulations. There is no way that I can bring one 50lb bag, so I'm forced to deal with the unreasonable extra baggage fees. Can't a girl catch a break?
Anyway, once I figure out what I'm definitely bringing abroad, I will make another post with photos so we can all bask in the glory that is my overpacking.
'Til next time,