Nothing is packed. Both of my suitcases are lying open, empty and covered in cobwebs (because I'm such an avid traveler) in the hallway going
"HELLO THEY'RE GOING TO BE HERE SOON AND YOU HAVENT EVEN DONE THE YES/NO DANCE WITH EVERYTHING YOU OWN BEFORE IT ALL GETS THROWN IN ANYWAY"
and I'm like, "Suitcases, relax. It's all going, even that empty blue bag on my bed that I won't need just so that when I get to the airport I can get 'randomly' chosen for a search, all of my liquid hair care products can be poured mercilessly down the drain and I can get charged the 50 buck over the weight limit fee."
I love travel. Plus, I'm so excited I just peed a little.
