seven days.

Seven days.
One week.
However you put it, this time next week I will be on a flight to England, probably squirming in my chair and trying to figure out how to fall asleep in between some feisty heavy weight champion and a sticky three year old. I imagine these will probably be the people I get stuck between. Of course I'll have to get back to you on that one.

There is so much I have to do before I board the plane. I have a list a mile long including picking up contacts, tracking down my boots, and giving my dogs enough cuddles to last three months. The last one might be hard. Regardless, I will be checking off all the boxes and will prove to myself that perhaps I am not a total mess and can totally get my life together.

I think I can.

Currently listening to: the live stream of Syria: Weighing the U.S Response

Oh, that is scary, too.
xo