When I said in my last post that it was getting harder to breathe, I really wasn't kidding. And it's hard to breathe right now too. I constantly feel my heart fluttering in my chest, just thinking about what I got into. Nevertheless, onward ho!
There's a bunch of trivial last-minute things to do that don't sound very glamorous. Dye my hair (because in 3 weeks time, I won't want to be running around Europe with dreadful roots), gather up all the addresses of the people I want to send postcards to, acquire those, borrow this, sew that, tie up some loose ends, etc.
Did I mention that there's only 8 MORE SLEEPS until I get on that plane to Chicago? (And then have a 9 hour layover before I board the plan for DUBLIN?!) Let's think about this, folks... My head is literally going to hit the pillow 8 MORE TIMES before I leave (not including naps)! Insanity! I cannot communicate the sensation of butterflies clogging up my chest cavity well enough.
Now about this 9 hour layover... yes, I could probably phone someone to ask about moving my flight around, but I kinda want to venture out into Chicago for the day. It'll be nice to be back there! And how many people visit Chicago on their EuroTrip? Probably no one!
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