Alors, the time has come...to pack. My flight leaves tomorrow morning at 9am and I have finally begun the tedious task of stuffing eight months worth of clothes, shoes, books, etc into two suitcases which, to my dismay, cannot excede 50 lbs. Struggle nation anyone? My room looks like it exploded- clothes are everywhere, and the poor pieces which did not make the cut are left in a clump on my bed. I am also in search of an important document-my birth certificate-which of course, has been misplaced somewhere amongst the chaos. I have made sure to bring the essentials, bien sûr: 10 pairs of shoes (seriously); books I'm dying to read and books I've already read; falls clothes, winter clothes, spring clothes; photos and of course, crunchy peanut butter. My mom is making boeuf bourgignon à la Julia Child for dinner. So, not only will I be stuffed to the max I probably won't sleep out of anticipation and the fact that I tend to procrastinate and leave things to the last minute. Things that are still M.I.A.: camera chargers, scarves and converters. Again, lost somewhere in the clutter and confusion that is my room.
Once I have checked and double checked my lists, I'll be done...for now. I cannot wait to arrive in France. I also cannot wait to lug my suitcases and backpack from the airport onto the TGV, and then onto the bus (not)- the French tend to think Americans overpack and well, I will be the walking example of this stereotype. I'm sure I will somehow get lost/smack someone in the head/lose a piece of luggage but I guess half the battle is getting where you need to be...
I am so excited to begin these next eight months! Next task once I get to Tours: find an apartment. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
Bisous!
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