"Chris! Start packing."
Me: "What? No. I have heaps of time yo. Just chill out Jesus."

Ok so that turned out to be a problem. I effectively tried to push back the inevitable suitcase pack, as I didn't want to come to the grim realization that I unfortunately only seem to own disgusting things.

What to put in the backpack?
-4 books that I began, never finished.
-a change of t shirt
-UNO cards
-deodorant (for the sake of everybody else)
- DONE and done.

I may just call Amanda and Rob (my US partners in crime) to see how their packing is going? Why the f*** did I pull a James Dean and rebel against everyone who told me I needed to be more prepared?

Time is ticking away, and the countdown begins before we head to the airport and start this, as the French say, le adventurè. That's not right, I just totally made that up..

C