Packed and ready to go

This is  glimpse of everything I attempted to pack in 2 bags. You might be thinking "Hey that really doesn't look like a lot! You could get that in 2 bags without going over the weight limit" But oh how wrong you would be. I am quickly learning to stop freaking out when things don't happen like I want them to. I want to take everything I will need for 27 months because everyone says you have to make yourself happy and that you should take what makes you feel like yourself. But you just can't pack 27 months worth of Clif bars. I had my first Peace Corps breakdown while trying to cram my pillow in my bag. I threw the pillow, blanket, and a couple other things out of my bag, promptly zipped it up and declared that was it. I was not unzipping it again. I had to take SEVERAL deep breaths and leave the room. After my mom put the pillow in a space bag and vacuumed out the air until the pillow was wafer thin, I was able to squeeze it in and finally be content with my packing job.

After a week (literally) of packing and repacking, I think I'm done. I am actually very at peace with leaving. I am so over being sad about going. Last week I said a lot of goodbyes and it was REALLY hard. So this weekend before I leave on Monday, I am trying to be positive and relax. I'm leaving but I will come back. It's not my funeral so I'm over being dramatic and saying long goodbyes. These are really great intentions but talk to me on Monday and see if I make it without breaking down again.