We don’t leave until tomorrow and we’ve probably stuffed up already.
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We don’t leave until tomorrow and we’ve probably stuffed up already.

Tonight feels like Christmas. There’s no presents under the tree or a jolly fat man coming down my chimney, but it’s the only thing that feels like the night before a three month holiday. On the weekend we attempted what I would call a first draft at packing. It was both a resounding success, and…