This is it folks

These are the final few hours I'll spend in my bedroom for a very long time. I'm going to miss all the airborne pet hair, the sound of my parents grinding coffee drifting through my permeable walls at 6 am, the light switch so strategically placed outside of my door for anyone who really wants to piss me off while I sleep, the queen-sized dream bed from heaven, the 100-year old windows that let in more air than they keep out, and the overwhelming amounts of clutter that have accumulated because of this awkward time of life where I'm not sure where I really live.

Yep.

Packing went much better than I had anticipated. I'm like 10 pounds under my weight limit which opens a dangerous door for opportunities. I had already figured out exactly what I could leave behind, but now I could technically pick a whole bunch of new things to add. So the mini sorting process begins all over again.

I borrowed a scale to weigh my bag and inadvertently found out that I weigh a lot less than I used to. Cool. Not that I felt like I needed the loss, but it's like I've done a little spring cleaning and cleared away a big space that can now be used for some Australia food :)

Speaking of! Vegemite! I've gotten a lot of mixed reactions about this Aussie cuisine, so I'm excited to try it for myself. All I really know is it's a spread/paste thing...

Haha omigosh I legitimately didn't know it came in a Nutella-looking jar. Worth trying for that reason alone.

Uhhh....also just found out that it's concentrated yeast extract ^

Am I looking at the right thing? Is this what all vegemite is like? This is a bit discouraging but, you know, here's to adventure.

On a completely different note, for those of you who read this blog, look forward to seeing pictures of Amanda learning how to surf because it's happening.

In about 5 hours, I'll be driving down to the cities to spend the night with Brenna and her family (and I believe most of my other travel buddies) which is gonna be a blastie. Nothing like a pre-transcontinental slumber party! (Rachel V, if transcontinental is a vocab error, I blame you)
Tomorrow our flight leaves at 2:55 which gives us enough time to double and triple check everything, which I'm relieved about. It should be a relaxing ordeal, or at least not a hair-pulling trauma.

Ugh, trauma is a terrible word. Let's not use that word anymore.

Excuse me while I go assist my mother with some technological problem.

Manders