Tomorrow my last day in the US (for a while), and I'm wondering how I would spend it if it were really up to me. First, I'm getting up at the crack of dawn to run a few errands for my mother. Then, I have a last-chance coffee date with some best friends from high school with whom I've recently reconnected. After coffee, I'm stuck at home and on-call for a date with the plumber. Such is the life.
I get to stare down my big fat suitcase, disorganized carry-on, and general anxiety issues all day tomorrow. Get me on the plane already!
A hearty thank you to all of my well-wishers of late. I appreciate your support and reassurance as I begin my quest for world domination!