Equipaje

Baggage is not only something that a person brings into a relationship, but also something that can carry memories, mementos, souvenirs, and in my case, enough clothes for four months. Traditionally I am an extremely light packer, however this time proved to be more difficult. Planning for a change of season, change in climate and a change in scenery while traveling from country to country is a very hard task. Luckily, I picked a warm-ish country to go to; I won't have to worry about a thick winter coat or snow boots for when I have to trudge to class, but I also can't get by on the stereotypical American college uniform of a hoodie, jeans and any variety of odd footwear. I am typically a person of comfort, wearing what I please, when I please to. Many test runs were conducted over the course of the past week: packing and repacking, folding and unfolding, picking and choosing. Clothes were selected based upon favoritism, durability and general comfort level with some class associated with it. After packing for the last time tonight, with a duffel weighing in at 40lbs I think I am ready to head out tomorrow.

The nerves are definitely catching up to me. I have responded many a time recently that I am very excited to be there and go everywhere, but a little sad to leave home. It was nice having a month to bum around home, babysit my favorite family, interview for a real job, and hangout with old friends and my family. I will miss watching american tv with my siblings, or the game-show network with my best friend, but I know they will be here when I return, and for now I have to say, as tigger would, TTFN, ta-ta-for-now.