Goodbye

Do they have sporks in Italy?

It's 3 in the morning. My flight leaves in 12 hours. There is no way I'm sleeping tonight.

My mind is racing and I cannot turn it off. I'm sitting on my roof for the last time, avoiding getting into my bed for the last time. Last night I had restless dreams about packing and going through airport security, and I spent the whole day today at home alone brooding.

Packing was actually much easier than I thought, thank god. On the one hand I'm totally sure that I did an excellent job, and on the other hand my instincts tell me that I am forgetting something. I have one more list (what feels like my dozenth,) of last minute things to do in the morning, but I'm essentially ready. I have so much nervous energy! 

I'm so, so, so excited to get away from my "real" life and have adventures, and I'm dreading these next few days. I just want to get the awkward transition over with already! I want to be done with the traveling part, and just skip straight to the next stage. I'm hoping it only takes about a week to settle in, and then I can start to explore and enjoy Italy and all the amazing things I'm sure it has to offer. I can't wait to meet new people, and eat new food, and find out if they have sporks over there!

Bon voyage, Chicago, I will miss you dearly <3