This is what the next three and a half months of my life looks like, all piled into an incredibly large hockey bag. That's right. A hockey bag. Turns out that instead of paying $300 for department store luggage you can buy an 8,000+ cubic centimeter goalie bag for $40. Eat that, Macy's. And it even passed the official test: I can zip my entire self up in this bag (it was also a test of how much I trusted my roommate to unzip the bag and let me back out).
It's getting so very down to the wire and it's funny because I find myself deliberating over the silliest of decisions as if I were really deciding between cutting the blue or the red wire. I'm sure that in the scheme of things it really doesn't matter whether I buy the lavender or the apricot scented all-natural hippy deodorant (I'm going to end up smelling awful either way), or if I should choose the Ziploc or the Rubbermaid brand of plastic bowl. But something about my high expectations and apprehensions that makes even the most basic choices seem life-altering, as if my choice in sunblock brands will make or break this trip.
Whatever. I'm going. So I'll just figure it out along the way.
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