so, i feel like i'm moving next door. i'm still waiting for it to hit me, and i know it will. i feel it in my bones. but for now, nothing so far.
26 days.
haven't really packed at all either. i did minimize my wardrobe, so i hope that helps when deciding which 75lbs worth of items to bring. i dream of living out of a suitcase, and having all that i absolutely need in one. so far, i've cut my accumulated belongings to half it's size. and yet again, less that half of that will be going along with me. ahhhh!
still, i find no rush in packing, all my things still neatly folded away in drawers, my coats still hanging in the coat/storage closet.
i forget that there are a couple books i'd like to bring, some paintbrushes and little tools for making in my spare time.
what is this state that i'm in? i have no clue where my emotions are!
i hope they don't come rushing in the day i head off to the airport and say my goodbyes.
coz there was only one time i've cried leaving on a jetplane.
i cried until i fell asleep after take off.
---happened on my flight from melbourne to home.
**// p.s. sorry for the flower explosion from the last post. i realized after looking at my blog that it was too frou frou!
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