So Long, Farewell

Today is the day! After my 8 hour flight to Rome, and a brief layover, I will be off to Istanbul. I can not wait!

I was fortunate enough to get to spend my last two days at home with close friends and family- thank you all so much for making my last days at home special. I also want to send out a big thanks for everyone who called, texted, messaged or tweeted me wishing me well on my trip. Your good wishes mean the world to me. 

Everything since I left London has gone incredibly smoothly. The only blip in my plans has been the malfunctioning of my Kindle (R.I.P). Don’t worry everyone, I have recovered from the trauma. My Dad offered me his Kindle for the trip, and Amazon will be sending me a brand new Kindle sometime later this month. Dad, thank you SO much. I honestly don’t know how I would survive 4 months with only one book. 

My farewell was a lot more emotional than I thought it would be. I spent the entire weekend in a state of excitement thinking I wouldn’t be too upset leaving. I was wrong.  After an emotional goodbye with the Murrays, then again at the superstore with Rita, and lastly my final goodbye with my Dad at the airport- I arrived at baggage check in looking very teary eyed (actually more like I was hit in the face). A very motherly woman at baggage check assured me that everything would be fine, all my fights were, as of now, on time.  

When I presented my boarding pass at security the lady asked me if I was excited to go back to the homeland. Homeland? I guess she assumed I was Italian? I was surrounded by a big group of loud, hand waving old men - so maybe that’s what lead to her this assumption. 

I am at my gate now- Gate B29. You can tell right away which gate is Italian. It is so loud, and everyone is waving their hands around. I’m starting to get an idea of what my seat neighbour is going to be like.

One more hour until I am in the air! Hope the rest of my trip goes at smoothly as it has thus far. 

50 pounds

Yesterday I went online to look up further details of my trip (I am leaving in less than two weeks). Can I pick my seat now? How many bags can I bring? Departure time... you know all that stuff you’re supposed to know before you actually fly out. 

One thing caught my eye immediately. In small print next to baggage allowance it had a small scripted '1' .

1.

1..

1......

I think I need to put my glasses on. Something is obviously wrong with my vision. Nope, thats a 1. Not a 2 with a small tail. Definitely a 1. I am weeping inside. How is it that I am alloted the same baggage quantity as a weekend vacationer?! How?! I was going to pack one bag of books and shoes alone!

I look further, total baggage weight is. Wait for it....

50 POUNDS!

I think my universe has just exploded. That is probably the exact weight of the books I plan to bring. 

I am a nice person. What did I do to deserve this?! Why God, why me?!

So this got me thinking, what summer reading am I going to bring? So far I have decided on the Game of Thrones series and the rest of the Outlander series (that I have yet to finish), and the Fever series. This sufficiently covers adventure, romance and fantasy. 

So this post goes out to you, my two (and only) followers, my two avid readers: Rebecca and Lidia. 

This is my plea of help. 

The Final Countdown

The final countdown is playing in my head. I’m not really sure if this is my brain’s attempt to motivate me, or I’m slowly going insane. Judging by the amount of time I have spent sitting on this chair, staring at the screen, reading the same lines over and over and over - I am going to go with the latter. 

It’s final season.

We all know what this means- hygiene, sleep and healthy food are of little importance. I’m suffering from a serious case of Icouldcarelessititis. There are only two things motivating me right now: thoughts of post-grad and Turkey.

Both occupy my mind- all.the.time. And yet, I find myself constantly battling the motivation angel and the distraction devil this time of the year.

I call the little devil on my shoulder Facebook 

He whispers things in my ear like: “look who updated their profile picture”, “check out this link”. It’s terrible. Meanwhile the angel is telling me “just four more pages left in this chapter, you can do it”.

I really should change my facebook password, I really should, but I just can’t. Facebook is my reward for an hour (lets face it 15 minutes) of note taking. 

I need to work. There is no way I am going to make anything of myself sitting on my computer watching Ellen videos. I am going to crack open my binder. I am going to learn. I am going to be to so ready for this exam... it is not going to know what hit it. 

Oh? What’s this? A notification? Excuse me, someone just posted a funny video on my wall. Last one. I swear.

And so it begins

Well here goes nothing...