Italy Bound

It’s almost 11pm. I’m not 100% packed. There is a load of laundry still going. I have to be up at 3am. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

This is what it’s like when you know you’re not going to be home for awhile.

Who am I kidding? My fridge looks like that most of the time.

Italy time. I’ll see you guys in a few weeks.