...4...
...3...
...2... days left until leaving to the States! I'm pretty excited as this was what I always wanted! Since the age of 13, all I ever dreamt of was visitng the States. It was always THE country to me; so fascinating, magical in a way - "Country of endless Freedom"; "Country of endless Possibilities" - to come up with the typical sterotype associations....
But actually now, so close, sitting inbetween my half-packed mess that still need to be squeezed into my to suitcases (brooding about essential topics like "the pink or the blue trousers? - You think I really should take all of those 10 sweaters? - Which shoes do you prefer: the black ones I never wore so for with that cute lil' bow on top or the coloured ones that always keep giving me blisters? ), I start to feel something growing in me - a dark, cold bulb - that keeps getting bigger and bigger. Something I don't really want to admit to myself... Realizing what I leave behind (yea I know - it's only for half a year) makes that bulb only grow even bigger...
But the actually worst part is: In six months, it's going to be the reverse...
So, I guess, I just shouldn' t listen too much to the ticking clock and adress myself to the real important issues these days: Is there still space for another jacket? - Oh, and that cute red dress....
*tick tock tick...*
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