Packing...Kinda.

     So, today, I'm finally leaving! I'm going to England and then making my way over to France! I've been dreaming about a trip like this since I can remember - ever since I was a little girl, these places have always seemed so magical to me. They are far away dreams with Princesses and Princes, Castles, and timeless stories, and I finally get to see, taste, and touch it all.
   Yesterday was packing day. And me, being the procrastinator I am, didn't start packing until around 8...PM. The rest of my day was a chaotic rush, flying around, making last minute preparations: new batteries for my computer and favorite watch, travel sized EVERYTHING because Mrs. Dianna Douglass wouldn't want me to be stranded in a foreign country without fun-sized Kleenex (love you Mom!), new backup memory card, etc.
And then I started packing.

Kinda.

More like my clothes layed in piles aroun my room whilst I distracted myself by updating 90% of the pictures in my room and creating a lovely collage with the leftovers on my mirror.

Then I packed.

Kinda.

Or I chatted with my two bebes Jessica and Rebeka. And searched endlessly for one missing purple flat. But never found it, because Facebook beckoned me, and the oh-so-tempting urge to stalk 200 of my closest friends eventually won me over.

And then I packed.
For real.
And so went my last day before leaving.