Filler-ville

Yep. I'm just writing this because I have an epic post in mind, but I don't know when I'll be able to write it. So....I'm just going to do this.

My counselor from Berlin-Zitadelle has contacted me. I have an idea of when I'll be leaving. I've babysat twice in the last two weeks. I'm going to a family reunion today. I'm going to my grandparents today, which was not planned until two days ago and is pretty much messing me up. I still have to pack for that....

I started packing for departure, which will be after I pack for my grandparents', and after I pack to go to my great-uncle's to learn German. I honestly don't know how I'm going to manage to fit everything I want to take into that suitcase, even with spacebags. A lot of other exchange students say to pack extremely light, because you'll end up buying clothes and shoes and the like when you're there, but...I don't want to buy a lot. I want to save that money so I can go on my Eurotrip. Rotary exchange is cheap, compared to other exchange programs, but airline tickets are NOT cheap, no matter how you look at it. Lapel pins are also surprisingly not cheap. Especially when you need to get 300 of them. And then flags and other things for host families (which I will not mention by name, in case the Weigands are reading this. :)) So, in other words, my suitcase is going to be very full of clothes and I need to make sure they all fit and don't weigh more than 50 pounds.

Also, with about 20.5 days remaining until I get on that plane, I'm realizing all of the things that I'm going to miss....starting with my mom, ending with my pillow and all those tasty preservative-laden snacks I'm so fond of. There's a lot in between, too. The point is, if I let myself think about these things too long, or a little too intensely, my eyes start getting wet and then these strange little blobs of moisture come out of them. Yeah, I'm admitting to crying a little. On the internet. Where the world can see. lol. But then I listen to my music and sing really loudly and badly and make other people around me want to run away. And then I think about where I'm going, and why I'm going, and I'm better.

I'm going to Germany. Can you believe it? I don't think I can.