Which brings us to packing.
You know what's terrible?
Packing.
Every inch of my queen bed, most of my couch and large swaths of floor are covered in a checkerboard of jackets, shoes, books, towels, pants, tights, bras, kitchen supplies and miscellany which I eventually have to whittle down into 23kg of Only the Most Vital. I have commitment issues.
This is not going to end well.
Part of the problem is knowing my budget is so ridiculously tight, I am reluctant to leave behind anything I would then have to buy in the UK, such as shampoo, toothpaste, notebooks or pens. I will need these things! But they take up space. And I haven't even made my Target run, yet! Where will the boxes of mac and cheese go?!
Focus is required.
Finally for this, the briefest of pre-departure updates, a tentative timeline was sent out for SI's first two weeks. I am pumped! I am ready! I am....concerned that my programme gets abbreviated to MA SSCHRE. Surely its resemblance to "massacre" is just a coincidence....
...right?
(Picture from a metro ride I took last week. I promise there will be more interesting visual components to this blog at some point. Sadly, I was having too good a time on Saturday to document the going away shenanery, and I can't imagine you want a picture of the packing process, so for now, this will have to do.)
