All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...

I'M LEAVING ON A JET-PLANE!!!!! [Ok, so I'm a little tone deaf---don't judge me!]

I've officially finished my packing (minus the few toiletries I'll need in the morning). I've got 2 duffel bags on my floor, packed to the max. One duffel is strictly clothes, and I'm talking a closet worth of clothes. Oh, and by the way, any of you bad-packers out there--ROLL YOUR CLOTHES! I literally saved like 1/2 the space (aka was able to pack double the amount of clothes into my suitcase) once the clothes were rolled.

The other duffel is overflowing with shoes, toiletries, and books. Obviously, we can all tell where my priorities lie. Shoes=my inner fashionista. Toiletries=so what if I'm a little vain, smelling good is a necessity, not an option. Books=my favorite pastime.

Some of the damage:

• 9 pairs of pants (jeans and yoga pants/capris)
• 15 shirts (9 everyday, 6 gym/pjs)
• 1 vest
• 3 pairs of shorts
• 2 sweatshirts
• 1 skirt
• 2 sun dresses
• 14 pairs of underwear
• 8 pairs of shoes
• 11 books

I've also packed my backpack, which feels odd to say; I haven't used a backpack since...5th grade? It's got all the chargers and my laptop<--key to daily survival.

I'm leaving Mom and Dad a binder full of goodies--itinerary, emergency contact information, class schedule, etc. [P.S. When the two of you read this tomorrow I just want to remind you--stop panicking...I'm a big girl and trust me, I'm doing fine. Mom, I promise to be responsible and safe. Dad, I'll absorb all the experiences "like mashed sweet potatoes."]

All that's left is to set my alarm. Goodnight!

I'll see you all in May.