Today is my last day in the United States. My last day to sleep in, lie in my own bed, my last day to snuggle up next to my boyfriend and what am I doing? Im up at 5:30 in the morning sitting on my window seat in the dark because if I lay around and do nothing productive for even one more second I may explode.
I’m usually extremely organized but at this point I feel like I’m swimming in disorganization. I haven’t packed a thing, my room has paperwork, books, and other random things strewn about it and my suitcases are sitting around the floor completely empty.
I’ll spend my last day packing and watching the pats today. It just seems so real that the next time I wake up, I will be leaving my house for a very long time and the time after that I will be in Madrid! I will fall asleep somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean and wake up in Madrid! That is if I even sleep…
Good morning for one of the last times, America (: