My dumb ass woke up at 9am this morning after coming home at around 2 last night, dead tired, but I needed to finish packing because my mind was absolutely convinced I was leaving for Poland today at 4pm. Comes past noon, I'm pretty much packed and ready to go, shit, I even took a shower. I walk downstairs to find my mom on the couch, asking me "Where are you going?" Jokes on me, my plane actually leaves tomorrow at 9pm. My life is a lie. How did my brain convince me I was leaving today? Where did that thought even stem from?

Looking at my suitcases, I still can't accept the fact that I'll be leaving for like a month and a half. Basically I'll be seeing most of Poland, staying with people I've never even met, with hopes of my cousin taking care of me because sometimes I still feel like a baby. All I'm really looking forward to is sitting by a bonfire on my lake property with my cousins and friends, talking about irrelevant things, taking a night swim, catching frogs, meeting strangers, chasing chicken.