Just Sleep Left

I wrote a bunch of stuff about how messy my room was, and the packing process, and even mentioned I only had just over 36 hours before my flight left. Then, as I was about to publish it today, I realized none of it still applied. My room is (mostly) clean, I'm (almost) completely packed, and I've got 12 hours to go before I fly to Washington. It's 17 hours until I leave the country, but that's just nit picking.

Here's the picture I was going to include in the section about how much of a mess my room was. This is, mind you, after about three days of cleaning.

Missing from this picture: About 40 books, a couch, and two loads of laundry.

I'm not particularly emotional at this point. A little excited, sure, and maybe even a little scared. Mostly, however, I just don't know what to expect, and I'm really interested in how this'll go.

I managed to do everything on the checklist from the other day except see friends. I may have mentioned it before, but I'll repeat: I've been feeling rather antisocial this past month or so. It's not a conscious choice, but I guess I've checked out a bit in anticipation of not being here. It's an illogical decision, as a lot of the friends I was trying to see are ones I don't see for longer than six months at a time. There seems to be something very final about this trip, though. The more I contemplate the days ahead, the slower they take to arrive.

To do:
1. Leave

Cheers,
Daniel