Packing up.

It's time, people. In something like 16 hours, I'll be in Ireland. For good. For real. Still seems hard to believe, but it's true. I'm still trying to fit whatever I can into my suitcase - can't bring all my tea, can't bring all my mugs, can't bring all my books, so I'm just trying to take th most important stuff, and I'll bring more over next time. My bedroom is in such a mess, it's unbelievable.

But still, that's it. Can't say it doesn't feel weird. It feels more good than bad, but still weird.

... just wish I had more room in my suitcase...