and I am still packing. I’m thinking about too much all at once.

Whendidfouro’clockpassby? I’llmissthehelloutofthiscity. Ican’twaittoseemyfamily. Doesthisboxweighfiftypounds? Eightmonthsisalongtimetobeaway. AmIreadytoleavethesepeople? JustgetmetoPraguealready. Ishouldbepackingstill. I should be packing still.

Exhaustion, hesitance, and excitement make a strange mix. And I know it’s been said before, but seeing your life reduced to 5 or 6 boxes is weird.

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