It’s about a quarter to 2. AM. And I’m still packing! This might be easier if I was not a hoarder/procrastinator/chronic overpacker but the fact that I am stuffing (folding/rolling ended SO long ago…) my life into a suitcase and a backpack with a 50lb weight limit is kind of irritating. I personally think airlines should set a size limit and if you can fit everything you need into it you should be applauded as the packing-master and tetris-champ and left at that. Thank goodness for the Wii Fit because in my house-of-no-scales I would have been tear-jerkingly over-weight at the airline check-in and paying for that as well as my extra luggage (the aforementioned backpack).
Really though I think my nerves are transferring into packing woes this late at night and the fact that I’ve just said goodbye to my last blazing hot shower that is also kind of long that isn’t also costing me a fortune hasn’t helped. Come tomorrow morning when I say a last goodbye to my family and cry those last tears my uber excitement is going to come back into play as I frantically plan the rest of my first lesson for training (I said I was a procrastinator didn’t I?)
I really wanted to write a post the night before I left just to look back and see how I felt about the whole thing. The really real reality is: (drum roll please!) I really don’t think it’s hit me yet. It just feels like I’m packing for the practice. I had a “Frozen” movie night with my parents and my favorite pizza and sweet tea earlier and it hit me a little then and I teared up a bit but that’s the ONLY time I’ve had an issue. I think I’m subconsciously trying not to be nervous so I feel calm. But I bet you anything I start shaking in nervous excitement either on the plane or in Narita.
Now I need to resume racking my brains as I attempt to fit a bag of dark chocolate Reese’s in among my Skittles and Starbursts in my already overstuffed carry-on… Good night and safe travels everyone! We’ll be in JAPAN tomorrow night!!!!
For your entertainment please see below the sentence I wrote when I first drafted this post forever ago and thought it would go completely differently.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. You’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now, at this time and place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
P.S. For your convenience I will post a list of everything I packed once I know what I actually packed! My mom was tired of my procrastination this morning and just started throwing stuff in random suitcases… But coming soon!