I will be frantically packing for Italy.
I will be rolling up jeans and sweaters, shoving them into huge ziploc bags and rearranging the ziplocs in the baggage to be checked.
I'll be counting and recounting the pairs of socks and camisoles I've packed.
I'll be totally stoked. I'll be really really hyper.
I will be paring down my carry-on stuff, but making sure I have my camera, and my Rick Steves' Italy Through the Back Door, and my empty journal.
I'll be putting photocopies of my passport and my mom's cousin's phone number into every secret pocket I can find.
I'll be, like the little kid waiting to go to Disney World, too excited to sleep.
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