This'll be quick, as 5 AM comes rather early (really, too early. Someone should inform the roosters that 5 AM is too early....all of the roosters that do not live in Irvine.)
I finished packing. It was a feat of strength, will, and stamina. We had a few moments where it was close to tears (we were past cursing at the inanimate object that is a suitcase), but everyone survived with nary a scrape. We did, however, miss our neighbor's going away party. Not to worry, he'll be back. He's just going to college. Which, frankly is almost cheating, since I have not gotten a single going away party and I haven't really lived in this state in SIX YEARS. No fair. Mostly, just, why no party?
I digress. Tomorrow shall be a day filled with benadryl, sad-sized (AKA fun-sized) airplane seats, residual pain from my 3+ mile run today, a certain amount of homesickness (it passes), and giddy anticipation of touchdown in Munich. Or, as the Germans say - München, Deutschland.
My takeoff play list will consist of Of Monsters and Men, Neko Case, and The Beatles. Huzzah! Limoncello didn't make the cut for the suitcase. Briefly considered squeezing nutella in, but then realized that I'm GOING TO THE NUTELLA CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!!! Insert irrational joy here.
Aaaaand, it's sleep time.
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