Today I bought new luggage. I really can't afford it, but I will make it work out in the end. I am excited about this new luggage. It is nice and new, and mine. No longer will I need to pack in luggage that is old, ugly shades of brown leather that belongs to my parents. No! Now I can pack in my own luggage that is nice, and black, and luggage that has wheels and a handle to pull it with.

The date is close approaching when I am going to be gone from here. I am scared and nervouse and excited all at the same time. It's all I seem to be thinking about lately...my journey soon to come. I can't wait, but at the same time it feels as though it is approaching too soon.