Tomorrow morning I'm leaving Cádiz, a place that I've started to realize I appreciate more than I thought I did. So far packing has been one of the most frustrating things I've ever done. First of all yall should know that I never pack my own bags whenever I go anywhere. If I'm leaving from Houston my mom packs it all for me while I watch and OK what's going into the bags. I've seen her do it multiple times but it's been a lot harder to recreate than I thought it would be. I've been packing one suitcase for a couple days now and I thought it was really heavy, then I tried to pick up the other one and I nearly ripped my arm off. Now I have to find a way to move things around back and forth so that they're about even. I haven't bought a lot of things because I'm not really big on stuff like souvenirs, but I feel like one of my bags is half full of souvenirs. Did I really buy that many postcards?
I must just really suck at packing. I'm leaving some clothing behind and donating them because their kind of worn out and from all the hang drying and my horrible washing skills I'm pretty sure I wouldn't wear then anymore. Even with the clothes being left behind packing hasn't gotten any easier. I'm pretty sure I'll get everything in one way or another it's just been a frustrating process. One of the new American girls that arrived in my dorm offered to help me pack but I had to decline because I'd be to tempted to let her do it for me. Oh well. Packing will be over soon.
Trial number two was finding a place to stay in Madrid while I wait to fly home. Fortunately I found a place for two days but not all three. Which kind of works out because now I can go to Sevilla for one last day with some of the new Americans that arrived in Cádiz. I'll stay there for a night then head to Madrid the next morning. It's going to suck hauling all my luggage around with me from my hostel in Sevilla to the train station, then from the Madrid train station to my Madrid hostel, then from my Madrid hostel to the airport. After this little trip home is over I'm going to need a nice simple vacation because it's really worn me out.
I'm excited to go home. I've said bye to a few people already as they parted to their homes. It's kind of weird to close a chapter of my life like this, but there really is no other choice. Well there is... but that'd be insane. Hopefully home is good. I assume it will be, but we'll see how it is. It's going to be really interesting being home. I might actually have to be productive and do things. I haven't had to really do anything in a long time. Hopefully people back home will let me ease back into life or else I'll probably become a hermit. It's going to be nuts going from such a slow world to something like Houston and Austin again. I definitely feel that it's going to be something like me feeling like I'm moving in slow motion while the rest of the world whizzes by me.
Although this blog was originally intended as a travel blog it never really was used as that. It's turned into my outlet of sorts. I enjoy reading my horribly choppy sentences and ideas, maybe one day I'll get a book made like Jeff Bechdel of my blog. But that probably won't happen until I find something better to write about than just my packing woes.
I'm going to give packing another go now. I wish my clothes would just put themselves away like they do for Mary Poppins.
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