So close...

If you are anything like me, then chances are you are a neurotic, chronic, overpacker. I'm not talking a few too many shirts, a few too many skirts. I mean crammed, bulging, and heavy suitcases packed to the brim with literally EVERYTHING. I'm not exaggerating (though many might doubt this, knowing me and my love of elaborate story telling). And the sad thing is, I truly BELIEVE that I honestly NEED every single thing I have wrestled into the bag. Because of this syndrome, I tend to try to pack in private, knowing full well that if my parents ever caught sight of the amount of CRAP in my bag, they would doubt my intelligence, maturity, ability to travel alone, and SANITY.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your level of traveling wisdom) my mom walked in on me with my bag unzipped (no, this is not an analogy for anything inappropriate, get your minds out of the gutter!) and like the control freak that I have come to accept and love, proceeded to empty my bag, her level of disgust rising every millisecond. Now, I have gotten to know my mom pretty well after the last 20.5 years, and know that in these situations, I am best off just nodding and apologizing for my extreme ignorance and letting her take the reigns. So I did, and now, sitting before me, is a much lighter, more efficient, and professionally organized duffel bag which will ((gasp)) close and open with only the smallest flick of the wrist.

yay.

So tomorrow is the day... a crazy day of traveling and money spending where I never anticipated spending it.
Passport? Check.
Confirmation number? Check.
Ipod? Check.
Coloring book and crayons? Double Check.

See ya'll (as my Big would say) on the other side... Ta-ta, Au Revoir, L'hitraot Chaverim!