The Hardest Part

I haven’t been sleeping well, but that’s because I know my trip is only two days away. I started gathering what I thought I’d need, and honestly, I can’t believe I feel like I need this much. Of all the things that could be scaring me right now, packing is the most terrifying part.

Why?

I guess it’s a mental thing. Packing, physically putting clothing, shoes, electronics, etc. in that big red suitcase, makes everything official and that much more of a reality. There is no way I’m ready for reality. I’ve been a bum since the semester ended a month ago!

I also don’t want to admit to myself that I’m leaving my family and my friends behind for six months. I never really planned on studying in Paris.

Rewind to last year around Christmas time. That was when my parents and my aunt, a ScPo alumni, brought up the idea. Why not, I said? I visited the school. I did hours of research. It turns out that UF has a partnership with Sciences Po.

Now back to real time, here I am, packing. It’s surreal. I can’t even imagine what I’m in for. There is so much I want to do and see and learn. Europe is going to be my backyard, and I’m going to be the toddler that wants to explore every inch of it.

Ok, back to mentally preparing to pack. This is my procrastination.