4 days. Whoa.
I just wrapped up a whirlwind of a weekend in CA, spending time with friends and enjoying one last taste of TO. It was such a great trip, I got to surprise some people, and some people even surprised me. I know I didn't get to see everybody, and knowing that was always in the back of my mind, but the time I had was great and I was again reminded of how blessed I am with such amazing, supportive, and FUN friends.
Now it's time to crack down on packing. I have turned the guest bedroom into my own personal packing haven. Everything is organized (and all over the place) just not packed. Between all of the suggestions and lists I've acquired from the Peace Corps and current volunteers, I think I have pretty much everything on one list or another. (Side note: I love lists.) My Mom jokes that I'll over-pack for my funeral. This is most definitely the truth. So in the morning I'll assess the situation, and figure out if I really need that extra pair of pants...or at least try to convince my Mom why I'll need them.