Okay, so maybe my Maroon 5 lyrics are a little cheesy but I can’t help but have that song Daylight playing through my head as I prepare to leave.
The last few days have been a complete whirlwind. I had to pack my life away, say goodbye to friends and family until Christmas, attend two Rotary meetings and give one speech, and finish up my responsibilities at Eisenhower which included grading about 100 semester exams for my Spanish students.
It’s also consisted in trying to eat all of my favorite American foods that I know I won’t have for awhile. I am so glad that I studied abroad in college because that’s making this process SO much easier. But at the same time, I know that Argentina won’t be Spain. First of all, they have peanut butter in Argentina (Argentina-1, Spain-0). But I’m also there for a full-blown 4 seasons, requiring me to bring a lot more clothing. Packing truly began on Saturday.
Step 2 included A LOT of Space Bags (if you need space bags, get these. So great and I don’t know how I got to Spain without them.
Step 3 included re-organizing and trying to fit things into different suitcases.
Step 4 included weigh-ins. I started to weigh in my suitcases like they were on Biggest Loser. First weigh in? 66 lbs. 16 pounds overweight. Not good. After a lot of re-arranging I thought I had a solution. Nope.
I literally spent all day Saturday trying to get my bags to work out to be 50 pounds. And failed.
Step 5. Enter Michele and Marissa. The pack and squish team went to work. This is what best friends are for. Making you laugh while you try to fit your life into a couple of suitcases.
Everything is finally packed away and I’m ready… I think. I know I’ll forget things, but that’s a part of life. I am so thankful for the past few days and all of the wonderful people I got to see. Co-workers from every school where I’ve taught (& student taught!), friends from elementary school, middle school, high school, and college, and my relatives. It’s going to be hard knowing that their lives are going on while I’m in Argentina but I know that as soon as I get back. things will pick up right where they left off. That’s the magic of friendship, isn’t it?