Ten. More. Days.

Not that anyone is counting. Actually, I am counting. I have been counting this entire summer. I remember saying to myself way back when, only 80 more days... and now we're entering single digit territory! I don't even feel nervous. Is that normal? Who knows... I am just so excited and eager to get to Newcastle for the semester and settle in. The anticipation is really the worst!
 
So what am I doing during my last days in the states? Packing, packing and more packing.

 Maybe I'm trying to avoid being nervous about leaving the country for three months by only worrying about the clothes that I'm going to bring. But seriously how do I fit three months into one suitcase?! My biggest issue right now is trying to figure out which coats and shoes to bring. I don't want to leave any of them behind because I know I will have separation anxiety! Then I remember to tell myself, they're just clothes and they won't be upset if I leave them behind. They don't have feelings....or do they? Nah, just kidding. If my biggest worry right now is packing coats and shoes, then I am a pretty lucky person.

 When I look at the pile of sweaters, shirts, and jeans sprawled overwhelmingly across half of my bedroom floor, I think of the memories that will be made in them, and the potential that these next few months hold. The future is a completely blank canvas and I can't wait to splash it with vibrant colors (extremely corny, but I had to). 

 So I could be worried about my classes, finding my way around the university and town, and making new friends, but I'm not. I'm just throwing clothes around my room because that seems much more productive to me. Everything will work out! And I'll be in England so it will be awesome no matter what. Oh they don't use the word awesome do they? Okay, it will be BRILLIANT.