(A note on the name of this blog. Yes, I used two different literary references. Yes, in one of them I reworked Virgil to suit my needs. I have no shame.)
In this, my inaugural post, I am a mere 8 hours from leaving the ol' U.S. of A., and I have just finished the marathon event known as "packing." I was instructed to pack only one bag, as I will not want to be the lame girl carrying 5 bags around Europe, and I must also leave space for my Italian souvenirs in this bag. HA! That's funny.
Let me show you a picture of about half of the items that need to go into said suitcase.
I am incapable at packing lightly.
This is my face at the prospect of fitting everything into my poor, abused suitcase.
And this is how I felt after 2 hours of packing, and after realizing that I will have to take significantly less stuff than I would like.
However, everything finally fit, even if it did seem to magically gain 10 pounds overnight. Happiness.
Now, as scary as it seems, I am off to the airport, ready to bid America goodbye for four months! I'll see y'all on the other side!