Six Days Too Soon
When the question arises of, "Are you ready for your trip?" my answer is always yes, but that's from an "I've been at home too long and am ready to go again," perspective not a practical perspective. In truth, I have more to do than I have time for.
I spent about three hours cleaning my room today so that I would have more space to pack. The cleaning was really more like rearranging my collection of "stuff." I moved unimportant objects from point A to B and realized in the process that I have more possessions than I will ever use in a lifetime or have any right to own. The sad thing is that it all fits into one room and still I feel cluttered. I began to realize today that material objects aren't as crucial to one's existence as I first thought, and I'm sure that this opinion will only increase upon my return. Therefore, I am announcing my first master plan. I've never really be one for master plans, mainly because I'm too spontaneous, but I'm determined to follow through with this one. When I come back for Christmas break I plan to clean out, throw away, organize, and down size. The way I see it, if I haven't used it in four months I don't need it. It will be a transition from a junk filled, cluttered life to a simpler existence, I hope.
I am slowly beginning to warm up to the idea of taking only two bags to Swansea. I talked to my sister again today and she said to only pack the backpack and leave the suitcase about half empty to allow for room to bring things back. At first, I was a little worried about her idea. How would I make that work? Then I began collecting clothes and other items for the trip and it turns out that I was right, my pile is small. In fact, I didn't have enough clothes! How insane is that? I know you're probably thinking, "Okay if she doesn't have enough clothes for four months then what has she been wearing?" The problem is that in the winter I wear mainly sweaters, big ones. I hate cold weather so I typically try to keep as many fibers between it and me as possible. I can't take any of my sweaters with me though because two of them alone would fill up one bag so I had to find an alternative. My mom and I made what had to be the world's fastest trip to Old Navy. In fifteen minutes of running, sliding, and heavy breathing we managed to find six long sleeve shirts, two t-shirts, and one tank top. I have one word for you novice travelers out there, onion. That's my two cents worth of advice for tonight, dress in layers. That was probably the one useful thing that I learned in Girl Scouts.
Anyways, the packing is now officially under way but tomorrow won't see much progress because I'm going to Chattanooga for the day to visit friends and get one last glimpse of the American college life to compare with the Welsh version. I will probably be getting up well before the sunrise, something I should do more often, and going to bed long after it has. They are an hour ahead there which makes getting there before classes start a real pain but I'll make it. Its my nap time now so I'm off to bed and looking forward to an independent day with old friends.
I spent about three hours cleaning my room today so that I would have more space to pack. The cleaning was really more like rearranging my collection of "stuff." I moved unimportant objects from point A to B and realized in the process that I have more possessions than I will ever use in a lifetime or have any right to own. The sad thing is that it all fits into one room and still I feel cluttered. I began to realize today that material objects aren't as crucial to one's existence as I first thought, and I'm sure that this opinion will only increase upon my return. Therefore, I am announcing my first master plan. I've never really be one for master plans, mainly because I'm too spontaneous, but I'm determined to follow through with this one. When I come back for Christmas break I plan to clean out, throw away, organize, and down size. The way I see it, if I haven't used it in four months I don't need it. It will be a transition from a junk filled, cluttered life to a simpler existence, I hope.
I am slowly beginning to warm up to the idea of taking only two bags to Swansea. I talked to my sister again today and she said to only pack the backpack and leave the suitcase about half empty to allow for room to bring things back. At first, I was a little worried about her idea. How would I make that work? Then I began collecting clothes and other items for the trip and it turns out that I was right, my pile is small. In fact, I didn't have enough clothes! How insane is that? I know you're probably thinking, "Okay if she doesn't have enough clothes for four months then what has she been wearing?" The problem is that in the winter I wear mainly sweaters, big ones. I hate cold weather so I typically try to keep as many fibers between it and me as possible. I can't take any of my sweaters with me though because two of them alone would fill up one bag so I had to find an alternative. My mom and I made what had to be the world's fastest trip to Old Navy. In fifteen minutes of running, sliding, and heavy breathing we managed to find six long sleeve shirts, two t-shirts, and one tank top. I have one word for you novice travelers out there, onion. That's my two cents worth of advice for tonight, dress in layers. That was probably the one useful thing that I learned in Girl Scouts.
Anyways, the packing is now officially under way but tomorrow won't see much progress because I'm going to Chattanooga for the day to visit friends and get one last glimpse of the American college life to compare with the Welsh version. I will probably be getting up well before the sunrise, something I should do more often, and going to bed long after it has. They are an hour ahead there which makes getting there before classes start a real pain but I'll make it. Its my nap time now so I'm off to bed and looking forward to an independent day with old friends.
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