Procrastination at its Finest

I’m not going to lie, I’m having college flashbacks at this very moment. Very similar feeling to writing that dreadful essay and you have no idea what to fill up those 5 pages with. So naturally, you do everything else before you do what is supposed to be your priority.

But instead of an essay in college, it is packing for the Peace Corps. Nothing productive today. I think I had at least five staring matches with my clothes. I’ve had maybe 5 cookies (I know that has nothing to do with anything, but it is stress eating. Don’t judge). I may or may not be catching up on my TV shows right now.

In reality though, I’m not that behind. I’ve done 99% of my shopping. I already have a spreadsheet from weeks ago prepared. And I’ve also done 90% of the laundry I’m taking with me.

I think I just don’t want to pick things in the suitcases for several reasons 1) it is never fun 2) it just means I’m closer to leaving my family, friends, comfort, and luxury… and 3) I have all day tomorrow to do this.

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3 comments

  1. Rawan,
    I’m excited to know that you and Justin arrived safely in Georgia, and beginning a new life there.
    At first, everything will be seem different and strange. You will aquire the knack to take it all in your stride like you did in Holland and Hong Kong. I’ve got faith in you, my darling daughter.
    I love reading the blog it feels like I’m sitting across from you at the dinner table listening to you talk. Keep it up! You have an amazing talent, just like your grandmother.
    Your loving mother

  2. Hi,

    I know how you feel, and although those feelings happened a very long time ago, I left my mother alone in Detroit while I packed (all the wrong clothes as it turned out) to come to Jordan to begin my life here with your grandfather. It was heart wrenching but exciting at the same time.
    All the best my dear granddaughter and good luck.

    1. Thanks, Grama! I found out I packed the wrong size of shoes for my one pair of heels. Oh well, I don’t think I’ll miss them too much.

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