I will forever and always identify myself as a horrible packer. I’m the type who shoves everything I possibly can into a suitcase the night before and hopes for the best. This approach never seems to go over well, and I usually spend the entire…
Travel can be stressful. Foreign languages can be stressful. Bus schedules can be stressful. New places can…
I told my therapist about you.
You came out in a long session after a panic attack in the bathroom of a gas station.
I kept tearing apart the leaves of the plants on the side table.
Everyone keeps asking me if I’m excited.
I’m not.
Well, it’s not that I’m not. It just hasn’t really settled into my mind yet.
I guess I’ve been distracted.