IT'S HAPPENING

Last day at home. Waterworks in 3...2............GO

My mom took the day off to help me pull my shit together for the big day tomorrow. It ended up being a fairly normal day, aside from the intermittent bouts of crying. Something would set one of us off and then it was a domino effect and soon there were tears all around. Truly heart-wrenchingly barfy to witness. My mom and I had breakfast at McCarthy's (214 days until St. Patrick's Day rolls around, just in case you were wondering), made a quick trip to a needlepoint shop for crafting materials, did arts and crafts while watching 2-star Netflix movies, etc etc. It was a great last day.

Both my brother, Ben, and Eliza work at Ben and Jerry's, so naturally, my going-away gift from Ben was Ben & Jerry's gear. Watch out, Colorado, there's going to be a new girl in town and she's going to be wearing tie-dyed cows. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (already got chocolate fudge brownie ice cream stains on my shirt because I'm a champion)

Look how cute these parents are. Ugh, so cute, can't even stand it

Found my favorite cider, Citizen Cider's "The Dirty Mayor" in CAN-form!! Stocked up on that big time. Apparently Citizen's doesn't ship to Colorado yet, so I'm gonna need a new go-to bar drink (open to suggestions, potential new Coloradoian friends! <---how do you say that? Is there an actual word for someone from Colorado? These are the things I need to find out asap, plz help).

Here are my two cents about packing: God bless vacuum seal bags. God bless Linnea for telling me about vacuum seal bags. God bless my parents for having a vacuum because I didn't realize you actually needed a vacuum to get the advertised squish-down effect. God bless University of Northern Colorado for accepting me into grad school even though I can be a real dimwit. These stupid plastic bags are the only reason I haven't (yet?) had a massive packing breakdown. I am cool as a cucumber and confident that I can bring enough clothes to overwhelm my tiny apartment closet/dresser/room in general. It'll feel just like home. Speaking of feeling just like home, most of what I packed is just nesting materials that make me feel like I'm home and in my own space. Wall decor/kitschy baubles everywhere take precedence over kitchenware and toiletries and other crap that is important but not important, you know? 

That long white thing I'm holding is 2 full-sized pillows shrunken into oblivion.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT BECAUSE I CAN'T.
LOOK HOW THIN THAT BAG IS, JUST LOOK.

My trunk, feelin' fat and sassy

...Here we go.