This morning I woke up feeling very confused and a little worried.
I didn't remember bringing my dirty laundry to my parents' house like my mom told me to.
I didn't remember clearing the perishable food out of my fridge, or packing my external harddrive or Alex's ring he left here... I didn't remember putting my passport somewhere safe.. in fact I didn't even remember checking my big suitcase at the airport.
I was having a mild panic attack before I realized I was still in a sleeping bag in my parent's camper and I didn't remember doing any of that stuff because it hadn't happened yet.
I think that would be what is called pre-flight jitters. xD
I got up a few minutes later and sat in a lawn chair in the sun with my dad and a family friend, Mark. Eventually everyone got up, and around 9:30 in the morning I decided I wanted hot dogs for breakfast. I don't care who's asking, I love hot dogs. I didn't cook them in a campfire though; kind of wish I had.
I left to drive home a bit later, and while I was cruising down the highway, I got a little emotional. I am so very, very excited to go to London tomorrow, but going 60 mph with the window down and my hair whipping in the breeze, listening to the Format and watching the fields and cows go by, I was a little disappointed that the Fiesta Movement overlaps with my study abroad. It's just unfortunate planning and no one's fault (I got accepted to study abroad before I won the car) but today I had one of those little alternate reality moments where I pictured the next two months just driving all around the USA with my free gas and my music blasting. Who GETS opportunities like this?
It's like when you spend every weekend at home watching movies, and suddenly 17 of your friends all decide to have parties on the same Friday night and you just don't know what to do because there is too MUCH fun stuff happening. Who has to decide between a summer in London or a summer of absolutely free roadtrips?
I get the car through October I think, so I'll get another month when I am home from London, but school will have started by then so it's just not the same. I've grown rather fond of my little magenta Fiesta. I am going to miss it while I'm gone, and I'm not just saying that because I get 8 points for mentioning the car in a blog post. I really will.
So anyway, I know I am going to have a blast. I know I am probably going to love it there. I know the two months will go by so quickly that I'll wish I had 4 months. 6 months. A year.
But I have always been a really sentimental person who hates leaving things behind. Today I am leaving behind my room, my house, my home, my potentially awesome summer.
Tomorrow I fly toward a new summer, and what will hopefully someday feel like a second home.
To prepare, I bought all of Tom Felton's music that I didn't already have, and downloaded the last two episodes of Heroes, season 3 that I haven't watched yet. I also brought White Teeth to try and finish on the plane, but if I get bored of that (likely) I have Extras by Scott Westerfeld.
Here is what is left in my fridge:
2 frozen waffles
half a tub of cinnamon bun ice cream
1/3 a tub of cottage cheese
1 block of smoked swiss cheese
half a tub of cream cheese
1 container of yogurt
6 poptarts (I just did a video for them)
A THOUSAND POPSICLES
I'm about to go have a feast.
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