I. Hate. Packing.
I know, I’m not actually leaving until the 30th, but I feel like I have been packing for this trip for weeks. This is partly due to the fact that while packing up my entire apartment to move it into Jon’s storage unit, I basically had to pack for Europe at the same time. Do you know how difficult it is to imagine what clothes you’ll want to wear six months from now? To make things even more difficult, Jon seems to think we can both fit our stuff in ONE large suitcase. I mean, I plan on packing light, but I’m still a girl!
I also find myself worrying about silly things, like shampoo, razors and deodorant. I mean, the French aren’t exactly known for cleanly shaven armpits, or smelling like a bed of roses. But I keep thinking about this whole trip as if I’m going to some third-world country in South America, and that is clearly not the case for Nice.
I can say, without hesitation, that I have an extremely long to-do list that needs finishing before I can leave the country, and I’m definitely running out of time. But more on that later. Until next time, bonne nuit!
Parlez Lentement. 