Behold darling friends, the mandatory all-night-Satpreet-packing-party. Anytime I am about to get on a plane, which seems very often lately, it happens. And how does it happen, you ask? Well, the existence of these pictures and this blog entry are a prime example of exactly why it happens. Procrastination, denial, the vehement delaying of the inevitable. It's ridiculous. But it's a lifestyle I have adhered to and become somewhat accustomed to. So here it is: presented to you in all it's messy, dark and lackadaisical glory.
It doesn't help that I am packing up my belongings after being at my parent's house for, what feels like, three hours. But, that is neither here nor there. I am going. Inevitably, the sun will rise, and in 24 hours, I will be in North Carolina. Well, I will be spending the night in a North Carolina airport before taking a $250 taxi (I don't want to talk about it) to the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. That, I must admit, has got me a little bit worried. You know, the whole spending from 9:30pm - 10:00am in an airport I have never set foot in before. But it will be an adventure! I have packed snacks, books, Cocoa, a pillow, and my journals. Well, I haven't packed them yet. But I will.
Which reminds me. I should get back to packing.