A very wise someone probably once said that waiting is one of the hardest things for people to do. I can attest that it is true. I am trying so hard to keep myself tasking and organizing and packing, but I'm secretly (or maybe not so secretly) getting anxious about moving to England. What if I can't do it? What if I don't make any friends? What if something happens?
Tomorrow is my farewell party. It's luau themed. I even found little napkins with flipflops on them. I bought pineapple. I am excited. But still, it is unnerving to not really know what the next stage of my life is going to look like. Oy vey. I might have to stop this before I wax nostalgic and mushy.
Pray for me for wisdom for what to and what not to pack.
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