Packing

This will probably be just a quick little post, since I'm actually meant to be furiously packing at the moment.

Although the reality of it isn't quite sinking in, tonight's pasta pesto was my last dinner at home for at least a few months. Tomorrow night, I'll be up in the air, England-bound with my family. And in another week's time, I'll be up in the air once more, flying alone to Paris.

For now, though, I am attempting to pack a year's worth of clothes -- along with my laptop, a book or two, and a number of shoes -- into three bags: a decently-sized suitcase, a travel-sized duffel, and a backpack. I'm trying not to over pack or anything, but this seems to be an impossible feat.

Whenever I have to pack for a long journey such as this, I am reminded just how much stuff I actually have. It's amazing to think that even now, people immigrate to other countries with just a suitcase of belongings, while I'm struggling a little to pack my three bags knowing full well that I'll return to all of my stuff that I've left behind in 11 or so months.