'Twas the night before Italy,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Just kidding. I'm "stirring" around my apartment like a chicken with it's head cut off.
I'M GOING TO ITALY TOMORROW!!!!! Well, headed to that side of the planet, at least.
After countless nights dreaming about what I need to pack or showing up at the airport without my passport, it's finally the night before.
Being the organized, neat-freak that I am, of course I've been packing for days. And by packing, I mean making countless (although very tidy) piles of clothes, accessories and toiletries so that I'm sure not to forget anything. I've had to remind myself multiple times that I'm just going to another first-world country... not being dropped off in the middle of sub-Saharan Africa.
After staring at my empty suitcase for who knows how long today, I am finally packed. The only potential issue? I don't own a scale to weigh my luggage. What can I say, even organized, neat-freaks like to live on the edge sometimes.
My best friend Emilie already left for Europe today, and is meeting up with the group in Rome Monday morning. The rest of us are boarding multiple planes first thing in the morning, hoping for no flight delays or unexpected travel changes.
It's literally been a year since I started seriously going on this trip. And I am beyond disbelief that it is finally here. On the night before, I'm experiencing a multitude of emotions: excitement, anxiety, but most of all, gratitude. I have been beyond blessed to have traveled the world my entire life, and here I am again. I am most grateful towards my parents, who, without their help, I would not be writing to you now about this life-changing adventure.
I expect to write tomorrow during a layover if all goes smoothly. If not, expect to hear from me when I arrive!
And to all a goodnight.
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