Two months and I'll be on a plane. Oh...My...God!!! Sheer excitement and panic are starting to simulaneously set in. I promised my mom I wouldn't think about it until we get back from France, so that's all I'm going to say about it for now. But in the back of my mind, I keep thinking...
Where am I going to live? (Answer: Coal Harbour or Yaletown)
How much money should I take with me? (Answer: A lot!!!)
How am I going to get by with only two suitcases of stuff? (Answer: You'll get by. Stop worrying.)
I need to buy a new laptop. (Answer: Order one online at Dell when you get home from France.)
Okay, now that I'm answering my own questions, I feel a little bit better now. Maybe I am under control more than I think. Nah.
1 comment:
I wish I could come out to see you. I want to be you in my next life, ok?
K
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