Packing

We leave tomorrow morning for our trip, and it hasn't fully hit me yet. I get little moments where I realize how soon it is, but I think it will be on the plane when I get really excited and ready to leave. Right now my mind is on packing and making sure all my stuff for summer school is ready when I get back so I don't have to think about it over there.

Packing has never been my strong point, I use a method I call "piles". Pretty much it just means my floor is a disaster and my excuse is "I'm packing!" We had a mom from Vietnam come visit our house looking for an exchange house for her son, and of course we gave her a full tour of the house. I was so embarrassed at the fact that my floor looked like a tornado had gone through, but she was the sweetest lady ever and she put her arm on my shoulder and was like "it's okay, you are packing." It was adorable, and amazing to get to talk to her about her culture and life, it made me extremely excited to go over to Vietnam.

As the piles are starting to move into my luggage and not much is left on my floor, I realize there is always mess before anything can be organized. I love little moments when you see the bigger plan. I know packing isn't really that big of a deal, but it is amazing that the mess of a floor eventually turned into a packed suitcase ready to go where I have been called to go.

I'm off to breakfast with the family for our morning before we leave.

love.