I leave for Germany again on Monday and I am nowhere nearrrr ready. I still have half a million things to wrap up from the move and so much unpacking to do I can't forsee and end to it, yet I keep finding myself in bed editing photos or playing games because I am a child and cannot focus to save my life.
I'm not even half packed and need a new suitcase because one of our foster kittens peed in mine THREE TIMES and I'm pretty sure the damage is irreversible.
Just once, once I'd like to be collected and prepared for a trip... but I guess that's just not who I am as a person. Everything always ends up alright, though, so whatever.
My s/o may join me in a week or so, he hasn't decided yet, but I really, really hope he does. The idea of a few weeks away from him is more upsetting than I thought it would be and that realization didn't really set in until the past couple of weeks. I'm painfully smitten, even after two years. What can I say, the man completes me.
Ah, well. Onward to Munich and Essen! Chaos aside, I'm stoked. <3
