This is it. I'm all packed, bags in the car, the whole sha-bang. In less than 12 hours I will be on my way to the airport. I'm both thrilled and nervous. Mostly nervous for the flight. I don't like driving over bridges, so there's no way I'm going to handle flying over the ocean for 5+ hours well. Of course I'll miss my parents and everyone from home and school. But in a way it's kind of like the night before Christmas, and I feel like a little kid who still believes in Santa Claus.
Anyway. I should probably quadruple check everything and see if there's anything else left in my room to clean.
Wanna know how I packed? Course you do. Well here is the Before picture:
Let me just tell you that I am a fabulous packer. Between inheriting my mother's organizational traits and my father's anal traits, I had this down to a T. I had a pile for things that could not be a carry-on item, and then everything else. Then I separated every single thing that I was bringing to Hawaii into four bags. I bought vacuum bags, which were a lifesaver. If it hadn't have been for them, I'd be wasting more money to fly more bags to Honolulu.
Here come in my fantastical organization skills. I had my master list of everything I was bringing, and I color-coded each bag with a different colored pencil to cross off on my master list. I also wrote each item on different pieces of paper with the Sharpie for each bag. There's no way I forgot anything.
I probably just jinxed myself.
I may be a freak of nature.
Okay. So after getting everything out of my room, I went on a cleaning frenzy. I mean I cleaned out my closet washed my sheets, used Windex and Pledge, the whole nine yards. I vacuumed every visible square inch of carpet. I even cleaned out every single solitary hair out of my three brushes.
I really am a freak. Here's the After picture: