My room is cleaner than its been in months, and my mom's room is filled with everything that used to be in my room. A big suitcase, a hiking backpack, and then like 47 mismatched socks and some calamine lotion.
Plan for tomorrow: wake up early, go exercise. Eat breakfast. Return home, frantically pack and clean. Medicate self. Provide Celeste an escape from emotional Dana at a friend's house. Drive to airport. Weep. Check bags. Re-divide access wait in suitcase. Go to Miami. See K people (only Hannah that I'm sure of). Fly to Quito, maybe given dinner. Meet host family. Be non impressive and collapse from exhaustion.
I can't wait! So citin!
Dag, Dita, you summed it up so well. While I am waiting for your first in-country post, I'll go move stuff from my floor into random corners, wondering things like, "Is this skirt/book/tchotchke the precious one to save, or the gnarly one to give to Value Village?"
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