Visto
I finally got my Visa.
So I started packing, which is horrifying.
I packed up my camera, tried to clean my hiking boots, packed more medicine than I've ever used, and FaceTimed Allie for over an hour to reassure each other of our crazy/wonderful decisions.
It seems neither of us really knows anything about what to bring. Or anything about Europe, really. But we both agreed that whatever we bring, we'll make it work and we'll probably see each other more in Europe than we did during a semester in the states. Because we're insane people.
So when we post about hiking in Cinque Terre and having Mary Kate & Ashley baguette fights in front of the Eiffel Tower, please note that a lot of excited insecurity got us there. And we think that's normal? (That was supposed to be reassuring)
Allie, Me, everyone who is studying aboad (shout out to Kakin), and Taylor Swift can tell you when it's over, if the high was worth the pain.
Should I start signing of all of my blog posts with
XOXO (like Gossip Girl)?
Or are we over that?
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