Alright, its the night before I leave, I should have butterflies, be stressed or nervous, packing furiously, realizing I had questions no one previously knew existed, eating that precious food I won't have for 3 months, or enjoying my boyfriend's arms for those last few hours right?

Instead I'm relaxing on the couch, wondering if I should eventually make my way back downstairs to finish up that last little bit of packing. Not really nervous or worried at the moment, though I was earlier today. Really, its just too surreal, there's no way I'm taking a plane to the other side of the world, ha, funny. My family is going to play some games tonight, so that should be fun, a nice way to enjoy the evening. The bean game, family classic. Probably 'Survivor' finale after; at least that's what will be playing upstairs when I finally decide to make it back downstairs and try to pack along some brownie mix.