It's 5:37 am and my alarm is going to go off in 23 minutes but I feel like I haven't slept at all. I just kept suddenly thinking of things like, "I don't know what terminal we leave from!" and "I forgot to pack the flashlight" and debating serious questions like, "Should I bring the blue hoodie or the gray fleece?"
For being someone who loves traveling so much, I get some pretty intense pre-trip anxiety. But really, who cares?
I'm going to Italy!!
Au revoir, sweet France. Buongiorno, Italia and pasta and pizza! Venice & Rome, land of the Vespa and chic sunglasses, the Pope and canals of looovvee.
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