This title has absolutely no pertinence whatsoever to the entry it's proceeding other than the fact that it's greek, and I love it. Oh, well! This morning was rough (as I'm sure many more will be over the course of this trip). And when I say "this morning," I don't meant 8:45 am when my mom woke me up with a smoothie, telling me I'd overslept... I'm talking about the early morn, 12 am to 4 am: PACKING. Packing, for me, is not a process, but an art form. I spend literally hours just trying on outfits in my closet, grabbing a belt and shoes to match, walking to my bathroom to choose which statement necklace and earrings look best, laying it all out neatly on the floor, etc., etc.. It's ridiculous. I kept convincing myself, "Okay, you have to go to bed at 2, Claire," but 2 turned to 3, and 3 soon turned into 4. Mamma mia! I couldn't stop! Though I still have a generously sized, last-minute shopping list which I am on a mission to complete today, I am content with what I have laid out so far! Take a look-see:
Overall, I've already come to terms with how different this trip will be from the one I took to Tanzania. A good kind of different. Not just the clothes, but the living conditions, food, and people. A nice change of pace. A packing process that makes my carpet invisible. I'm just as excited, nervous, and anxious, so get ready for me, Italia; I'm a hot mess. Ciao for now!
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