Less than a month until I leave Indiana to go back to Europe. Packing is a bitch. I feel like my house is mocking me.
It's strange to think that in 25 days I will no longer live in this place ever again. I'll put my life before September 15th into storage and that will be it: the period at the end of a very long and not particularly pleasant sentence.
My passport is sitting on my desk next to my bed, and if it had eyes it would be staring at me. Soon, baby. Soon. Business first, then we can work on getting you extender pages.
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- eliza
- likes: yogurt, bubble wrap, penguins, words that begin with "thw", taking off, landing, apples, rain, bad fantasy novels, green kleenex, cheap champagne, bonfires, external hard drives, gerbera daisies, pencils, 20p coins, silk, cover songs, instant chemistry, duvets, latin obscenity, couches, boom de yada, head massages, summer
dislikes: american beer, professor umbridge, soap operas, bad directions, screaming children, screaming parents, tomatoes, clocks that show the wrong time, nouned verbs, brain cancer, expectations, laundry, deep fried mars bars, horror movies, undercooked bacon, the zombie apocalypse
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