It feels like Christmas is well over. Wal-mart is full of Valentines Day candy, and they're already out of chocolate oranges, much to Joy and my dismay. Christmas trees are on the curb and all the christmas socks are on sale. Being born of the Feast of the Epiphany, I feel like my feast day will, yet again, be totally ignored, even by many Catholics. Now that my finals are over, and I have all this free time, I'd love to get into the Christmas spirit, sing some carols and bake some cookies. Unfortunately, I have a whole lot of work to do, fun work, but work all the same.
I may or may not have just realized that I will be heading to Italy in exactly, um, exactly... 20 days. (I did just check my itinerary to make sure I actually knew what day we're leaving). If you want to know exactly how I feel bang your head on your keyboard and then read the resulting word. You get my meaning.
Although I have been out of the country many many times, I'm still a little nervous. This will be my first trip abroad without my parents or grandparents. And did I mention it's a five month trip. Yeah, no big deal, just living in a country I've never been to with a language I don't speak. Yeah. Yeah. No. If you need me I'll be curled up under my bed, shaking with fright. But seriously, this is really nerve-wracking. I have to figure out what clothes I need, where else I plan to travel, heck, I even need to apply for summer jobs. Ahhhhhh!
I keep seeing all these pinterest-picture things that say, "I would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant I could see the world". While that is a touching sentiment, I always think, "depends on what's in the suitcase..." I am not one of those people who can just throw something on. I am, and have always been, very picky about my clothes (sorry, mom), so I tend to over pack... A lot. I am also a firm believer in blending in, so my best pal and I have been looking through European clothing sites going, "uh huh, uh huh, yeah, we have stuff like that. Yeah, we can pull this off."So European and comfortable. Uh huh. No problem. You know what? Perhaps I just won't pack at all. Perhaps I'll just sit here and think about packing until the world ends (unless it already has, and I managed to miss it).
I am also not looking forward to dealing with toiletries. I have curly hair that requires a lot of, shall we say, taming. The whole "Curly Girl" system has been a lifesaver for me, but I'm not really sure that I'll be able to find my special conditioner and various other products abroad. So I'm afraid I'll have to stock up. I love having beautiful, silky curls, but buying a three month supply of products in one fell swoop is slightly terrifying. I'd just give up on it all, but I'm afraid my hair would poof and take over the entire country. So for the sake of all those poor Italians who would otherwise be crushed by the great ginger frizz, I will make the sacrifice.
Finally to keep us all in the Christmas Spirit despite what the rest of the world is doing, I'd like to introduce you to my absolute favorite Christmas carol sung by my absolute favorite choir! It just doesn't feel like Christmas here in the King household without Lessons and Carols from King's College Cambridge! Merry Christmas!
I may or may not have just realized that I will be heading to Italy in exactly, um, exactly... 20 days. (I did just check my itinerary to make sure I actually knew what day we're leaving). If you want to know exactly how I feel bang your head on your keyboard and then read the resulting word. You get my meaning.
Although I have been out of the country many many times, I'm still a little nervous. This will be my first trip abroad without my parents or grandparents. And did I mention it's a five month trip. Yeah, no big deal, just living in a country I've never been to with a language I don't speak. Yeah. Yeah. No. If you need me I'll be curled up under my bed, shaking with fright. But seriously, this is really nerve-wracking. I have to figure out what clothes I need, where else I plan to travel, heck, I even need to apply for summer jobs. Ahhhhhh!
I keep seeing all these pinterest-picture things that say, "I would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant I could see the world". While that is a touching sentiment, I always think, "depends on what's in the suitcase..." I am not one of those people who can just throw something on. I am, and have always been, very picky about my clothes (sorry, mom), so I tend to over pack... A lot. I am also a firm believer in blending in, so my best pal and I have been looking through European clothing sites going, "uh huh, uh huh, yeah, we have stuff like that. Yeah, we can pull this off."So European and comfortable. Uh huh. No problem. You know what? Perhaps I just won't pack at all. Perhaps I'll just sit here and think about packing until the world ends (unless it already has, and I managed to miss it).
I am also not looking forward to dealing with toiletries. I have curly hair that requires a lot of, shall we say, taming. The whole "Curly Girl" system has been a lifesaver for me, but I'm not really sure that I'll be able to find my special conditioner and various other products abroad. So I'm afraid I'll have to stock up. I love having beautiful, silky curls, but buying a three month supply of products in one fell swoop is slightly terrifying. I'd just give up on it all, but I'm afraid my hair would poof and take over the entire country. So for the sake of all those poor Italians who would otherwise be crushed by the great ginger frizz, I will make the sacrifice.
Finally to keep us all in the Christmas Spirit despite what the rest of the world is doing, I'd like to introduce you to my absolute favorite Christmas carol sung by my absolute favorite choir! It just doesn't feel like Christmas here in the King household without Lessons and Carols from King's College Cambridge! Merry Christmas!
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