I am getting ready to fly back to the States. My suitcase is out and half packed. Same goes for my carry on. My apartment looks like a mini-tornado went through it. So I am trying not to think about that.

I don't know how this happens every time I fly. It's as if I've never flown. I make lists. I pack. I double check said lists. I cross things off and still I don't feel any where near ready to fly back to the states in two days.
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Why's that?

Well this time I was mostly packed and I realized that I should probably take the dress and shoes that I'd like to wear to my bother's wedding back to the States with me. Yeah, that would be a pretty good thing to have with me. This made me rethink and double check everything I've packed.

Now I have that nagging question: what else have you forgotten, Carolyn? floating around in the back of my mind. And I don't know what it is.

Somehow I remembered to make an appointment for a haircut and I've got gifts for everyone so I'm not scrambling on that front which is nice but I'd rather be out drinking coffee with friends than worrying about packing. Instead, I am not doing either and I am futzing around on my blog. 

Oh, summer time. 