Time is but a small glimpse of what was once a boundless obstacle in my departure process. Months turned into weeks, weeks turned into days, days have turned into the last few hours. My adventure is in reach, and my hands are itching to grab it and never let it go for the next year. The prep work has been tediously bearable considering they all make up the steps to the ' please fasten your seat belts as we get ready for take off ' moment. Packing has been a journey on its own. A year of clothing, supplies, memoirs, shoes, accessories, takes a lot of mental strength, big decisions in a woman's life.
Amoungst my decisions of chaos
All the songs I have been hearing over the last few days all seem to mention a state, majority being New York City, I guess it's like any moment when something is of interest to you, you automatically pick it up in your surroundings and everyday activities. Either way it makes me giggle like a teenage girl when a boy sends you a " Will you go out with me? yes. No. " note.
T-minus 21 hours until boarding. Whoop
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