Tomorrow I will be going to Paris with Ziming and Sharon and that can only mean one thing: I will have to pack. I've known this all week and still I've been putting it off for as long as I can.
I don't know what's caused this hesitance, my constant wavering between being ready go to Paris and being ready to back down and spend the week in Nantes or just that fact that packing means leaving and there is an even bigger "leaving" on the horizon.
So I've swallowed all of that and forced myself to get together an array of shirts, pants, and underwear big enough to fill a week but small enough to fit in my leather duffel and, after minimal struggle, I've since zipped up the bag and placed it by the door where it will stay until 18h00 tomorrow, ready. But will I be?
I don't know what's caused this hesitance, my constant wavering between being ready go to Paris and being ready to back down and spend the week in Nantes or just that fact that packing means leaving and there is an even bigger "leaving" on the horizon.
So I've swallowed all of that and forced myself to get together an array of shirts, pants, and underwear big enough to fill a week but small enough to fit in my leather duffel and, after minimal struggle, I've since zipped up the bag and placed it by the door where it will stay until 18h00 tomorrow, ready. But will I be?
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