Everything smells like dust and sweat, covered in the same grey lint from my cardigan sweater, half stretched and worn out of recognition. My two white shirts are casualties of the wonders of italian washing machines. I've almost completely worn through my black flats, and the heels on my brown ones are splintering. My tights all have tracks.
I miss reality.
2 comments:
:'(
warning noted.
I miss YOU! I can't wait for you to be back in the land of cell phone reception!
Also, yeah, I think you forgot that you were packing for three months and not for a two week trip. :) But I also believe I gave you some bad advice on packing light at some point, so eh.
You'll be glad when it's time to pack up and you don't have to fight to get everything in your luggage. Truuuuust me.
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