It's 2008 at this exact same time and I'm getting ready to go to Europe for my very first visit.
I'm going to see a new boyfriend I've only been dating for about five months, two of which were spent together and three were spent living on two different continents. Crazy, right? For sure.
The crazier part is that my parents encouraged it. Why? Because they were excited their weird daughter finally had her first "real" boyfriend... (I was 20.) Whatever. I say "real" because I obviously had a ton of internet boyfriends I met in chatrooms. I mean I wasn't a total loser. Obviously. They'll deny they encouraged the trip but they totally did.
In case you didn't know, I'm talking about the time I went to visit Chris while he was studying in Spain.
"So what should I pack?" I asked him via Skype while I sat in my little Kappa Alpha Theta sorority room in Lincoln, Nebraska.
"Not much, just a few pairs of jeans, a good jacket, and shoes you can walk in. This is Europe, you don't want to bring a ton of stuff."
"Totally," I responded.
And one week later I got off the plane in Barcelona with two stupidly huge suitcases and one dumb ass grin on my face. To hell with what Chris told me to pack, this was my first time in Europe. I'd seen Passport to Paris, I knew I had to bring my best stuff. i.e. glitter tops and ten pairs of True Religions.
I'll never forget how angry we both were as we lugged my shit through the small cobblestoned streets of Paris and Barcelona, walking from one hostel to the next. It makes me laugh now, but at the time we were barely speaking. Turns out sometimes your significant other really does know what he's talking about. Who knew.
Each time I've been to Europe I've packed less and less. Even though we're no longer hostel jumping like we used to as young college lads, I still don't see the need to pack a ton of unnecessary stuff. I usually end up wearing the same three outfits on vacations anyway. Day one always starts off cute. Day two is semi cute. And by day three I'm over it and ready to wear whatever I don't feel fat in.
This time around I'm carrying on and just bringing the bare essentials. Jeans, booties, a denim shirt and a hat. Done and done.
I'd also like to note here that I had a wonderful time in the travel-size section at Target last night. I have a real problem with miniature sized things. I basically lose my shit over them. It's a weird fetish I know, but I can't help myself.
If only you knew how many jollies this photo gives me.
I know this sounds silly, but I'm also just so excited for the airport drinking that's about to happen tomorrow night. Airport drinking (like miniature sized toiletries) makes me so happy. It doesn't take much to please me, let's just put it that way.
We fly out Friday night and arrive in London Saturday morning. After a few glasses of red wine on an evening flight I'll be sound asleep with my mouth disgustingly wide open in no time. I can't wait. See you soon, London and Dublin!