My voyage to China is rapidly approaching, and I am coming (more and more) to the slap-in-the-face realization of how extreme my interdependence is. Literally. Every time I go to pack more into my suitcase, I find myself avoiding the gifts because I have NO IDEA who any of the gifts are for. Even some of the super straightforward ones.
It's too the point where that's pretty much what I have left to pack. What I put in my carry on depends on what fits/doesn't fit into my suitcase AND obeys the 50 pounds weight limit. Awesome. And by the way, self, it's Wednesday. I leave Saturday morning at 4:30 AM. Good, good.
My dependance on others doesn't end there, though. The simple task of doing laundry haunts my nightmares. I have NO IDEA if I will have access to a real washer and dryer, and even if I do, I have minimal idea of how to actually use them. Cool. I have even less idea of how to use laundry detergent sheets/liquid packets to handwash my things in a sink of some sort. It's going to be interesting. I tried to buy 50 pairs of white underwear (our school uniforms are white). I succeeded in buying about 20. My plan is to do laundry on Fridays so that I can hang dry stuff throughout the weekend...
Again, I'm not done with being a clingy child. I'm so nervous about flying, I will be sitting in the middle of the one teacher chaperone and my close friend. So that while I freak out about dying in an airplane, and how I can't breathe, my "surrogate/adopted mother" will be there to comfort me. I'm actually four years old.
Thanks for reading through my adventures. Over and out.
-Emily
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