East Coast, Here My Shoes Come.
So our trip will officially begin Wednesday at 6:30 a.m. A trip full of once in a life time opportunities, stressful story making, drama out the wazoo and fun like you wouldn’t believe. But the preparation for the trip… not so thrilling. Actually it’s the complete opposite, terrifying.
Now I wouldn’t say I’m a procrastinator. I’d say I’m more of an apathetic, lazy, delayer of anything that needs to be done, right up until the last moment that I could possibly defer from doing it. Which makes packing for such an extravagant trip, well… difficult. Another reason that shoving my whole entire life into luggage for a week and a half seems ludicrous is, I have way too many shoes. Most of which I never wear. Simply because I love my crappy Sperrys, but none the less, they will be coming with me just in case I need something saucy. Hence, an entire suitcase for my shoes.
Breathe Coach, I’m just kidding… kind of…
