While this trip was easy-peesie in the making. God set it all down less than a month ago, and according to the circumstances I was in, He basically said (in a very overpowering, booming voice): YOU ARE GOING TO ITALY. Thankfully everything else was taken care of in a snap. No housing, no job, ADX hopeful Bible-study not given the go-ahead, no recent graduation, super easy time attaining a student visa - last minute, and the parents leading the study-abroad-in-Italy parade... it was peachy.
Except for tonight.
Tonight I completed my packing. For me packing lite is a thing of skill - and pride. And I make every attempt to keep the things I bring to a minimum. So 2 suitcases a backpack and a camera bag for 6 months seems like I'd love it. But the fear of the unknown for 6 months is killing me.
But tonights events are sort of amusing. Especially when everything else has been so smooth. It starts with me finishing the packing. Then attempting to use the 20-odd year old scale to weigh myself and the suitcase then figure out if it will make the requirement. It doesn't help that every time someone hops on the scale it gives a different weight, by 5-10 pounds. My mom was excited... she thought eating 3 Cowboy cookies today made her loose 5 pounds since this morning.
So her bright idea? Take the suitcases to Curves. Weigh them there, she has a membership (that she hasn't used in 4 months) so why wouldn't they let us in. On the way out to the car with the suitcases I discovered that one is broken... Costco trip at the 11th hour! And a complete repacking of two suitcases later, results in: using one the same and one smaller than the original, fitting it all (and more) in, and lighter weights. Miracle!
Well, I'm leaving at 8:10 am tomorrow. So the next post will be in Firenze!
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