Packing

Wow. Really? I leave my home tomorrow? Seriously? You're joking! 

No, not a joke. Not a joke at all. 

There's a strange feeling that comes after planning something for so long when you realize that it's actually happening. It's not an abstract idea at all. Tomorrow night, I leave to my dad's house to drop off my car, sleep a few hours, then head off to the airport at 4am to be off at 6:30am Tuesday morning. 

I'm packing. 

Packing to leave tomorrow. 

I'm serious. 

I'm so excited, sad, nervous at the same time. 

I get to say bye to my boyfriend tomorrow morning. I get to say bye to my bff, mom, step-dad, my bunny, and (sorry mom) most sadly my dog. 

I hope I don't forget anything. 

Charlie doesn't want to be left behind, apparently. He keeps putting his toys and bones in my luggage. This is a terrible quality of photo, but you get the idea.