I'm yet again assembling the smallestamountofthingspossible in my giant blue bag so that I can set off to another foreign country. This time it's a little closer to home, only a 3 hour time difference instead of 15. But it feels possibly even more frantic, as I don't have all summer to prepare for my trip, but just less than 24 hours now.
I can't wait for swimming with Amelia, helping Sarah shop for clothes, long hours at the McGill library doing some thesis research, fumbling with my french, and of course my cool publishing production job.
It's all good. As per usual, I'm not nervous, just sad to leave Portland behind again. But I'm excited for all the new possibilities.
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