My dad, his girlfriend, and my brother all bought me a set of matching luggage to take with me to Australia. It got me really excited to start packing. But that only lasted approximately thirty minutes. So what exactly is in this matching luggage set? Absolutely nothing. Wait, that's not true. My carry-on bag has some stuff left over in it from my impromptu trip to visit Liz Chidsey in East Lansing.
So not only have I not packed anything, I actually need to unpack one of my bags before I can start.
Why haven't I packed? The answer is simple. I am not very excited to go. I don't know why, but it hasn't hit me. It hit me a little on Saturday. My brother had our entire extended family from my mom's side over for a graduation party. Nearly every single person who walked through the door asked me if I was nervous. Do you know what can really make a girl nervous? Fifteen people asking her if she is. I had a nervous breakdown that resulted in me crying and one of my cousins offering to come over and help me regain my sanity by helping me get organized.
So maybe my answers to these questions will be different tomorrow after Beth and I have done some shopping and organizing. I hope they will. Because right now I'm not nervous about leaving, I'm nervous about not being packed.
Oh and did I mention I have to finish 10 episodes of Dexter before I go? And one of the disks won't be coming until we finish one of the ones we have and send it back? I have to finish 10 episodes of Dexter before I go and one of the disks won't be coming until we finish one of the ones we have and send it back.
Oddly enough, I think I'm more worried that I won't be able to find out what happens in the end of season 3 than I am about not being packed before my plane leaves on Friday.
